Mommy Brain
It's real. I'm not kidding.
I've heard about this phenomenon my whole life. As a kid and teen I heard other mothers talk about having "mommy brain." I never remember witnessing it first hand (apparently my mom is super mom), but I remember hearing about it.
When I got pregnant with Annie, I had lots of mothers tell me "Oh you just wait." And while I believed most of what they told me, this is one that I thought, "yeah ok."
For those of you who know me, you know how over-the-top organized I am. I have a place for everything. If it doesn't have a place, it probably doesn't belong to me. I'm a planner. I like to know what I'm going to do long before I'm going to do it. If we go out of town, there are cross-reference packing lists color coded according to urgency. I'm always a step ahead of the game. I'm THAT kind of girl.... or.... I was.
Since I've given birth to my big blue eyed beauty, my wiring has changed. Packing lists only extend as far as Annie is concerned. (the good news is: Ive done pretty great at planning ahead for her needs). Organization, well... I'm holding steady, but I'm still not on top of my game. And my memory. Oh. Oh. I can't remember anything. I stop in mid sentence because I can't remember what was about to come out of my mouth. Steven asks me a question and in the middle of answering him, I forget what he asked me. I'm not exaggerating. In fact, let me tell you what has happened to me in the last two months.
1. My iPhone. You know... a $400 phone. Lost. No memory of where it is or could be. That was 3 months ago.
2. The checkbook. Weeks after I lost my phone, the checkbook comes up missing. Since I lost a $400 piece of technology, Steven was pretty livid. I had no memory of what I did with it. To my credit we find it weeks later in a bag of stuff we took out of the Sidekick when we sold it.
3. My wallet. This happened today. I go to Aldi to go grocery shopping. When it comes time to checkout, I reach in my bag for my wallet... and nothing. It's not there. Not only do I not have my wallet, but the cashier has already rang up all of my groceries. I have to abandon them all right there. Talk about embarrassing. We search the house high and low. It's not here. I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday and that's the last place I remember having it. I decide to call... and sure enough, someone found it in a shopping cart and turned it in. I am so thankful that I didn't have any cash... and that an honest person found it. Everything was still in it! (now we just have to watch credit card statements to make sure they didn't steal my numbers.)
So in review, in the last three months I have lost my phone, checkbook and wallet.
This is getting ridiculous... and I only have on child.
Steven says to me, "Hm... what other valuable items do you have that you can lose next?"
Let's hope I don't lose my wedding ring (which, I did when I was in my first trimester) - or my baby daughter in thenear future.
I've heard about this phenomenon my whole life. As a kid and teen I heard other mothers talk about having "mommy brain." I never remember witnessing it first hand (apparently my mom is super mom), but I remember hearing about it.
When I got pregnant with Annie, I had lots of mothers tell me "Oh you just wait." And while I believed most of what they told me, this is one that I thought, "yeah ok."
For those of you who know me, you know how over-the-top organized I am. I have a place for everything. If it doesn't have a place, it probably doesn't belong to me. I'm a planner. I like to know what I'm going to do long before I'm going to do it. If we go out of town, there are cross-reference packing lists color coded according to urgency. I'm always a step ahead of the game. I'm THAT kind of girl.... or.... I was.
Since I've given birth to my big blue eyed beauty, my wiring has changed. Packing lists only extend as far as Annie is concerned. (the good news is: Ive done pretty great at planning ahead for her needs). Organization, well... I'm holding steady, but I'm still not on top of my game. And my memory. Oh. Oh. I can't remember anything. I stop in mid sentence because I can't remember what was about to come out of my mouth. Steven asks me a question and in the middle of answering him, I forget what he asked me. I'm not exaggerating. In fact, let me tell you what has happened to me in the last two months.
1. My iPhone. You know... a $400 phone. Lost. No memory of where it is or could be. That was 3 months ago.
2. The checkbook. Weeks after I lost my phone, the checkbook comes up missing. Since I lost a $400 piece of technology, Steven was pretty livid. I had no memory of what I did with it. To my credit we find it weeks later in a bag of stuff we took out of the Sidekick when we sold it.
3. My wallet. This happened today. I go to Aldi to go grocery shopping. When it comes time to checkout, I reach in my bag for my wallet... and nothing. It's not there. Not only do I not have my wallet, but the cashier has already rang up all of my groceries. I have to abandon them all right there. Talk about embarrassing. We search the house high and low. It's not here. I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday and that's the last place I remember having it. I decide to call... and sure enough, someone found it in a shopping cart and turned it in. I am so thankful that I didn't have any cash... and that an honest person found it. Everything was still in it! (now we just have to watch credit card statements to make sure they didn't steal my numbers.)
So in review, in the last three months I have lost my phone, checkbook and wallet.
This is getting ridiculous... and I only have on child.
Steven says to me, "Hm... what other valuable items do you have that you can lose next?"
Let's hope I don't lose my wedding ring (which, I did when I was in my first trimester) - or my baby daughter in the
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