Pregnancy Brain

Have you ever had a moment where your brain has completely left your head and all you can do is be thankful that you can blame it on being pregnant rather than a regular idiot?

A couple of weeks ago, our carbon monoxide detector started to alarm. I really didn't think that we had a problem, so I first tried replacing the batteries. When I inserted the new batteries, the thing started going crazy while still in my hands! I still wasn't entirely convinced that we had a problem and we happened to have another detector still in a package, so I opened that one up, installed the batteries and hung it up in the basement where the old one used to go. I was convinced that I had solved the problem, but within minutes, beeping started coming from the basement again.
I finally decided that Jack and I should leave the house, so I grabbed Jack, my cell-phone and a phone book so I could call the gas company. I called the gas company and explained the situation, they asked me questions like, "Is anyone tired, nauseous or light-headed?" My answer was, "I'm pregnant, I don't think I would be able to tell the difference!". The gas company arrived within 10 minutes (I was shocked they came so quickly) to check out the problem. The guy had me take him to where the detector was located and on the way it started beeping again, only we weren't in the right spot yet. The guy from the gas company looked above his head where the beeping was coming from and then at me and said "Your problem isn't carbon monoxide, you need to replace the batteries in your SMOKE detector." I just looked at him and blankly said, "Huh?" I then realized after I had replaced the entire carbon monoxide detector and the beeping had started again, I had never actually gone downstairs to see where the beeping was coming from.
Can you imagine that? The smoke detector batteries died within minutes as the carbon monoxide detector batteries! And, no, they weren't even the same type of batteries!
When I called Jay to tell him of my mistake, he was quick to blame it on "pregnancy brain", I started to argue that it had nothing to do with being pregnant, but then decided I would rather that he thought that I was only temporarily an idiot.