Scatterbrained

So as I am crawling into bed last night I told Brock that I think we are done having kids because I would like to be intelligent again. Let me explain. I suffer from pregnant brain in a severe way. For instance...last night I am taking Anna and Carisa home and realize I left my purse at Emily's. So I go back and get it. No big deal. Then as I am driving home I realize I don't know where my house keys are. Brock and I had traded cars earlier and I had his key to the Chevy but he had his key to the Sebring so I didn't give him mine. They aren't in my purse so I call Anna to see if I left them at her house. No such luck. So I am hoping that I put them in the diaper bag and they are at home waiting for me. So I call home so Brock can unlock the back door. I let the phone ring 35 times (well 7 calls 5 rings each call b4 the machine kicked on). NO ANSWER. Well I know he is sick so I assume he's taken cold medicine and is dead to the world. Great. Now I am going to sleep in the car. But i decide to try his cell phone and he answers that. Hello!! I turns out both phones were down stairs and I never turned the ringer back on the one). He unlocks the door, I find my keys in the diaper bag and grumpily go to bed. You think it would be over oh no. This morning on my way to the OB for a check up I completely miss my turn into the hospital go past the next light before I realize that I missed it and I was already running late. Can I just say DUH! Oh well I guess it's just par for the course.