It’s official – I am a victim of pregnancy brain.
I don’t know if all my blood is flowing to my uterus and not my head or what, but I am seriously dumb these days.
I just can’t think.
I can’t remember words – I’ve been dangerously close to having a smaller vocabulary than Kate for about a year now, but in the last 13 weeks she has definitely pulled ahead. I find myself stopping mid-sentence because I have no idea what comes next.
This “word problem” makes it rather difficult to hold conversations, too. Combine that with the fact that I just can’t think of anything to say, and it adds up to me having the personality of a telephone pole.
This absent-mindedness (to say the least) is starting to become dangerous… this weekend I cruised straight through a stop sign – didn’t even see it until it was in the rear-view mirror – and then the next day I turned right on red without so much as a pause.
Let’s all hope that I can get through the rest of this pregnancy without losing my job, alienating my friends and wrecking my car!!
Oh, and please tell me it gets better… Jenny just laughed at my affliction and told me that “I-have-two-kids brain” makes pregnancy brain look minor!
