There is an interesting phenomenon that happens to women with they get pregnant. Women, myself included, appear to lose brain cells as the baby growing inside them gets bigger.
I was reminded of this phenomenon recently at work when I watched a co-worker of mine try to stick a triangle shaped IV end into a circle shaped tubing. She just stood there with a puzzled look on her face wondering why it wouldn’t fit together.
I have the utmost respect for this woman and would allow her to care for me and any of my family. She is an excellent nurse so then what would cause this decline in her mental capabilities? Well, it is the fact that she is six months pregnant.
I remember being in her shoes. It seems that it was just yesterday that I was pregnant and I would leave the house without shoes, totally flake out on days that I was scheduled to work or worst of all when I was pregnant with the triplets, totally forgetting to put my young son in the car when I left the house.
Oh, pregnancy brain. It is a phenomenon that plagues women everywhere. Some cases are worse than others but in some form or another, I believe all women have it.
But just like pregnancy comes to an end, so does the pregnancy brain, right?
Pregnancy brain doesn’t go away. In fact, I think that is might actually get worse in the first few months ofter the birth of the baby. I know for myself it did. This is just totally unfair. Now, I did ask to be pregnant and have a baby but I did not ask for pregnancy brain and I certainly did not ask for it to stay around.
That’s right, almost three years after my last pregnancy, my brain has still not recovered. Oh, it has gotten a little better but not anywhere near where it was pre-pregnancy.
I mean, how else would you explain this little incident?
I had a rare afternoon alone but I did have to get Hayden off the bus at 3:50pm. Since I was alone, I took to opportunity to chill out and relax. I was watching some TV when I stumbled upon a Desperate Housewives marathon. I had never seen the show and they were starting from the beginning so I decided to watch. I also grabbed my Rachael Ray magazine to page through during the commercials. To me it is not a good time unless, its a multitasking good time.
I was happily reading and watching away when something on TV reminded me of Hayden. Oh.My. Gawd. Hayden! I looked at the clock and it was 3:36pm. Whew. I still had about ten minutes before I had to jump in the car and drive down the road to meet the bus. Good thing too, since the climax of the episode was beginning.
I was totally immersed in the show when I just happen to glance up at that clock, 3:49pm. Oh, cool ten more minutes of the show and then I should really do something productive like think about what to have for dinner. Jeff and the little kids will be home soon. Mmm, I wonder when Hayden will come home?
Then it hit me like a lightening bolt, Hayden.
The clock seemed to mock me as it flashed 3:51pm in my face.
Shit! What time does the bus come again? I tried to will myself to remember but I was too busy trying to find my keys, which I had left in the car to make it easier for myself but I had forgotten that I had left in the car.
When I got in the car, I slammed it into gear and raced down the road to the bus stop and of course, when I got there there was no bus. I looked for the phone in the seat beside me but obviously, it was not there because in my haste to get out of the house, I had forgotten it.
All I could do was sit there and think of my Hayden on the bus crying because when the bus driver stopped at his stop, there was no one there for him to get off too. He had been forgotten. I pictured him curled up in the fetal position on the seat sobbing. Oh, my aching heart. And it wasn’t like I had a good reason for forgetting about him. Its not like I was in the middle of a big project or trying to get all the little kids in the car. No, I was wasting time in front of the boob tube.
But as I was just about to start another mental tongue lashing about my awesome mothering skills, I looked up and saw the most joyous golden yellow bus that I had ever seen. I jumped out of the car and ran to meet Hayden. “Sorry we’re late, it was a bus fire drill day,” the bus driver explained to me.
As I drove Hayden home, I said a prayer of thanks. I totally thanked God for bus safety and practicing bus fire drills. You just gotta love them. I know I do, especially since I seem to still be suffering from pregnancy brain which no one asked me if I wanted.
And if that story wasn’t proof enough, I had a point to this post but I can’t seem to remember it. Damn you, pregnancy brain!