Sure. Pregnancy is a beautiful time in a woman’s wife. However, research shows that our brains change and function differently during this time. The commonly used “pregnancy brain” expression is something I fully related to.
As I count down my final weeks of pregnancy to my second child’s birth, I laugh at many of the sillier moments that make those around me question if I am, in fact, a college educated, published writer and senior manager at a global company.
For starters, I can never remember if I’ve taken my prenatal vitamin. There have been a few days where I’ve accidentally taken it twice or likely some days where I’ve missed it altogether but wasn’t sure. Most days, I remember that I already took it as I’m reaching for the bottle again. Basically, I’m taking the term “multi-vitamin” extremely literal questioning multiple times a day if I’ve had one. And, who are we kidding those gummy vitamins are delicious, so there might be other issues at play!
Numbers have also proven to be a battle. I’ve given my wrong cellphone number to my doctor’s office. I should note that I’ve had this same phone number for 17 years. When playing hide-and-go-seek with my daughter, Charlotte, I found myself counting in a unique manner. “One, two, three… eight.” She likes hiding in the same place for back-to-back turns, so don’t worry. She didn’t need the extra time anyway.
Food is funny too. When my husband asked what I wanted to drink for breakfast, I said yogurt. In my defense, I had a toddler climbing up my leg and was holding yogurt in my hand, so this makes sense to me.
Another time, I typed “coffee” into my Instacart search, receiving hundreds of options. I would need to narrow my search slightly if I wanted to track down Starbucks French Roast Keurigs before this baby arrived. Lastly—I’m almosttoo embarrassed to share—I recently mixed up the pronunciation of “Sbarro” and “Subaru”. I should go grab some Sbarro pizza and take a test drive in a Subaru to make sure I never make this mistake again.
I’m now realizing that all of these are from my second pregnancy, so it must mean it’s getting worse. However, I must not forget my first-ever pregnancy brain moment. The task was simple: buy wrapping paper. In my defense there were limited options at the Rite Aid. However, I mistakenly brought home cellophane, so the gift recipient would be getting zero surprise thanks to its clear, transparent sheen.
This is only the starting point, and I haven’t even begun to mention my mommy brain moments. I’ll save that for another time…