At 22 weeks pregnant, either my hair color is really starting to take effect, or I am exhibiting some serious signs of ‘pregnancy brain’. Until this pregnancy, I wasn’t entirely sure I “believed” in pregnancy brain (for which there is no clinical term)- but rather, I thought it was more just a scapegoat for the absentmindedness of all those forgetful/flighty expectant mamas. But, OOOHHHH, how the last 12+ weeks have changed my ways of thinking!
Incidences of my PB didn’t start immediately, but have slowly been increasing in frequency. I generally like to think of myself of fairly organized and having my s$*t somewhat together- but lately I have been finding myself leaving for work without my computer (on more than one occasion), addressing/stamping mail and forgetting to actually put it in the mailbox, forgetting to RSVP to things, blanking when thinking of people’s names, etc. There’s nothing worse than going to the grocery store to get the ingredients to make chicken soup, only to come home and realize you have forgotten to buy chicken (grocery list, and all). Then, there was also the day I dropped Ben off at daycare and left the building in another mother’s shoes. I didn’t realize that gaff until I had made it into the office Le sigh.
I’m embarrassed to admit how many of our Christmas cards made their way back to me, as I had switched up the city, state, etc. when addressing them. (Any of my friends [or family members] wondering why you didn’t get a Christmas card from us- there was certainly one intended for you!)
A few weeks ago, I spent half an hour on the phone with the credit card company trying to figure out why my credit card was rejected while Christmas shopping (SO embarrassing!), only to find out I been trying to use a credit card that had expired about 6 months ago. Don’t even bother asking why I was still carrying it around.
Thankfully, none of my “episodes” have resulted in anything of serious consequence: I haven’t left Ben anywhere, and I haven’t managed to burn down the house by leaving the oven on (yet). We’ll see what the next 18 weeks have in store…
So, am I slowly losing my sanity, or is this ‘pregnancy brain’ legit? Did any of you mamas experience symptoms? Aside from literally tattooing reminders to your forehead, how did you combat it? C’mon, SPILL!!