Though research has produced mixed results, I'm going to
come right out on the side of those who support the theory that "pregnancy
brain" is a legitimate scientific phenomenon, not only because its
existence makes me feel better about my absent-mindedness, but also because it just
took about 5 attempts for me to spell the word "phenomenon."
In recent weeks, the ups and downs of emotional instability
seemed to have leveled out, but they've been replaced with bouts of temporary
amnesia and flat out IQ loss. I wake up
in the morning and open the refrigerator to look for a box of cereal. On a good day I eat that cereal with milk
rather than soaked in orange juice. A
couple of weeks ago I tried playing it safe with some oatmeal, but the bowl
didn't make it out of the microwave before I forgot about it and drove to work.
I'm afraid in some cases, my work is suffering as well. I've forgotten assignments or finished them
twice before realizing they were already done.
I tried posting content to a website by typing it into the Google search
bar, and went so far as to call a co-worker for assistance before realizing why
that approach wouldn't work. I spent 20
minutes designing an animated graphic that I promptly deleted without saving or
exporting. At that point, I wasn't even
surprised or upset. It was almost time
to go home, so I cut my losses and hoped that the part of my brain that knew
how to operate a car would still be intact for at least the next 15 minutes.
I'm not sure how long this "pregnancy brain" is
supposed to last, or how long I'll be able to use it as an excuse for my recent
hopeless inattention to detail. Earlier
on in my pregnancy I tried to get into my gym using my Starbucks Gold Member
card. Just the other day a restaurant
server chased me down in the parking lot because I'd forgotten to sign my
bill. I'm going to assume that this condition
typically lasts the entire duration of pregnancy and perhaps a few months after
the baby is born, at which point "pregnancy brain" will be re-termed
"sleep deprivation."
I started to consider hiring some sort of personal assistant
to help me out. Someone to follow me
around turning off ovens, locking doors and picking up my purse from the back
of restaurant chairs, (or the counter of the hair salon where I almost left it
yesterday.) Then, I realized this person
already exists. His name is Drew.
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