Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Losing Something

This is my watch. I am very fond of my watch. My husband got it for me on my 30th birthday when I was three months pregnant with his first child. I think it is fitting to give your wife a diamond watch when she hits a milestone birthday and she cannot drink because you have knocked her up. I love this watch.

Every day when I go to the gym I take my jewelry off. It is a very nerve wracking thing to do. In addition to my beautiful watch, I own several Liz Palacios necklaces that my husband has gifted to me over the last 5 years. I love my husband. He adorns me with beautiful jewelry.

At the gym I place my necklace and watch into my gym bag which goes into a locker. I used to place my jewelry in the locker next to my clothes until I accidentally left my watch in the locker. I didn't realize my watch was lost until the next day. Luckily it was still in the locker where I left it.

Lesson learned. I now place my jewelry in a zippered compartment of my gym bag. I often forget to zip up the compartment, and I am sure this is the reason that I am missing one of my Judith Jack necklaces. Thankfully it was not a gift from my husband, but a gift from me to me.

This morning I opened the top compartment of my jewelry box to get my watch and touched the empty space inside. I immediately thought that my watch must still be in my gym bag. I spend the majority of the week only wearing my jewelry half of the day because I often forget to put it back on after my workout.

I reached into the zippered compartment of my gym bag and found it empty. At this point I began to freak out. It occurred to me that I could have placed my watch in the other compartments of my bag by mistake, so I removed everything from my bag searching for my watch. I didn’t find it. Not only did I not find my watch, I also didn’t have to unzip a single zipper during my search. I chided myself for my inability to zip anything up and thus leaving everything open to falling out. My mind ran through the multiple places my watch could have fallen out – the gym, walking back to the office, my office, getting into my car, the car, the garage, etc.

I am now significantly freaked out and wondering if I should tell my husband to keep and eye out for my watch. Part of me knows that he could reasonably find it because some of the places I could have lost it are in my house. The other part of me would rather hide my indiscretion until I can confirm that my watch isn’t lying safely in my car.

As I approached my sleeping husband something occurred to me. I kissed Jeff good bye and smiled. “I couldn’t find my watch.”

His eyes opened in alarm. “You lost your watch!”

“Well,” I said. “I thought I did and I was looking everywhere for it. But I just realized that it was on my wrist the whole time.”

Can I blame my pregnancy? The amount of time between when I “lost” my watch and when I actually put it on my wrist couldn’t have been more than three minutes. Only pregnant people lose things in a matter of three minutes.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

6 comments:

Lisa said...

Dude....I was starting to get sick to my stomach that you lost your watch. At the end I was laughing though - something I would SO do!

Any predictions on what this little cherub you're growing might be?

Grey Street said...

TOTALLY TRUE. I have done it a few times! Um, I think it's a medical condition called pregnancy brain.

Rachel said...

Total pregnancy brain :-) I think you should stick with your story!! I'll back you up ;-)

Kimmylyn said...

Yep.. total pregnancy brain for sure!! I have not been by in a while.. well to comment..I have been catching up with you via the reader.. I am so excited for you !! Congrats on the pregnancy!!!

Stephanie said...

I was freaking out for you...thank goodness you just "misplaced it".

lol

common mom said...

Oh you can TOTALLY blame pregnancy. I used to have this amazing memory . . . now, it's gone. Nowhere to be found. And it drives me crazy.