I am beginning to worry that pregnancy will leave me with permanent brain damage. Maybe it already has, AND maybe you've been thinking the same thing too, but are just too polite to say so. Although I have to admit, that seems unlike you. I have come to accept that it is entirely possible that I am the last to know just how stupid I have become. What is that saying, ignorance is...something...you know...that thing...oh yeah, bliss.
When I was pregnant with Lily I had a few classic "pregnancy brain" moments.
School was the worst. I habitually lost my keys and left my water bottle everywhere. More than once I walked all the way to the main office to make photo copies only to discover that I had not brought the worksheet with me...not the end of the world, until...I walked back to get the worksheet, back to the office, made the copies, walked back to my classroom only to discover I had left the copies sitting on the machine!! Are you FREAKING kidding me!?!? Oh and there was the one time I left my car RUNNING in the parking lot. Luckily, a coworker thought it was odd and called my room to ask me why. Why was my car running?? Not a clue.
People at school teased me constantly, it was all just so unlike me. At the same time I think they thought it was endearing, poor stupid April and her pregnancy brain.
The symptoms did not completely go away after Lily was born, but I blamed that on the pressures of new mommyhood and gave myself a pass. I started to make lists and became compulsive about checking for keys, pacis, wallets, phones, and sunglasses...which were usually perched on my head.
Now that I am more than half way through yet another pregnancy, I am starting to become legitimately concerned about my short term memory. An hour from now I will realize I never hit "publish post". Some days I wash my hair twice in the same shower because I honestly can't remember whether I did it or not. I walk aimlessly around the house from room to room, only upon returning to the couch do I realize I had originally gotten up to pee.
And now for the punchline. I just spent 3 or 4 minutes telling Matt a story about Lily's music class only to realize that he left for work 30 minutes ago...and yes, I had kissed him goodbye.