Before I was pregnant with the girls, I would hear people talk about “baby brain”, and think they were pretty crazy. C’mon folks…buck up and quit making excuses. The meeting was scheduled a full week ago. Where were you???
And then enter a couple of sweet little embryos.
I don’t think I missed any meetings at work, but I certainly felt a bit scatterbrained from time to time. While I never labeled myself as such, I began to wonder…perhaps there is something to this “baby brain” concept after all???
After the girls were born, I felt even more scatterbrained, but I could chalk that up to sleep deprivation, times two, at least for the first three months. After the girls began to sleep through the night, though, I started to wonder (and worry)…when will this “baby brain” go away? When will I feel like my head is squarely on my shoulders again?
When the girls were eight or nine months old, I finally began to feel like “myself” again. And while I can’t say I’ve been walking the straight and narrow (organized) path every day since, I haven’t thought much about “baby brain” in quite some time.
…but recently I’ve caught myself doing some pretty goofy things…nothing of real consequence…but geez!
Twice, I’ve left the house – once to eat lunch in a decent restaurant! – wearing my “garage” shoes, a very RATTY pair of flip flops I wear when I load the girls in the car. In addition to them being really RATTY, both times, it was COLD, not flip-flop weather.
I needed powdered sugar last week. I thought the box felt a little odd, but it wasn’t until I was putting things away in my pantry that I realized I bought GRANULATED sugar.
And I caught myself doing baby signs to our cat. In small defense, it was nap time, and I was tiptoeing around…but I felt pretty SILLY.
I don’t know if I could still legitimately claim “baby brain”…maybe it’s just a case of the crazies.
And then, yesterday, as the girls and I were checking out at Target, I was approached by a Crazy Lady…
…completely out of the blue, she made her way over to tell me how, when she was the girls’ age, she went grocery shopping with her mother.
“In those days, people bought Kotex, you know. And later that day, we had company for dinner. My mother asked me to get more napkins, and I went to the bathroom and brought the box of Kotex napkins to the table.”
A funny story, for sure, but it did little to help my crazy complex. Perhaps it takes one to know one, and that random Crazy Lady sought me out.