So I used to think that “brain drain” was not a real thing. I was wrong. Apparently a good number of my brain cells are being rerouted to the task of growing a baby.
I sent one of my girls to her room after she was a bit crazy in the car and told her I’d be up in a little while. Not five minutes later, I headed up the stairs. I could not remember why I had sent her upstairs in the first place. Unable to come up with the answer, I decided to take a chance.
“So, why did you have to go to your room?”
“For being crazy in the car.”
“Yes. Yes. That’s why.” Whew.
Spelling? Forget it. I’ve had to look up common words. When I look at something I’ve typed, it’s debatable as to whether my five year old or I wrote it.
I am not usually a napper. After years of being home with kids who need constant supervision, I cannot fall asleep during the day…until now! 10:30 a.m. rolls around, and I am exhausted. More than once I have handed my iPad with a read-aloud app to Seth or put on Daniel Tiger while I collapse on the couch until lunch time.
I had planned to pick up something from my sister-in-law’s house after school one day. An hour after I was supposed to be there, her name popped up on my phone.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot, I have no brain at all right now. None. So sorry.”
Thankfully, she is pregnant as well and had taken an unplanned nap when I was supposed to come by. We laughed about our pregnancy brains, and I sent PJ to her house after work. He remembers things a tiny bit better than I do right now.
Weirdest food craving: chips and salsa (always), pumpkin muffins, and root beer. All at the same time as a before-bed snack.