Baby Brain...

Ok, I take it back. I admit, I never really believed baby brain existed, especially during pregnancy. I thought it was something that came perhaps after you had the baby and are stumbling through the days and nights, barely existing.

This week it hit home that my brain may not be up to it's normal speed. I keep a notebook full of notes and appointments, as well as having diary entries on my iphone synced to my desktop computer... to ensure I don't forget anything. Since I've been pregnant I suddenly have so many appointments?

So it's 4.45pm and I'm rushing out the door to head home and get ready for my first pregnancy yoga class, I can't find my keys. Then I remember, oh. I don't have a car. It is still at the garage getting serviced. Riiiggghhhttt.... ok.

On route to the mechanic, I ring my friend to say, "Hey, change of plans, I'll meet you there... and can you pick up my gym clothes from my house on your way?" . A quick call to the brother in law extraordinaire to pack my gym bag. He can't find my normal fat pants, and finds my old gym pants...They'll do. I hope. Oh shit, can I actually still fit those? Fingers crossed the muffins will be contained. I hang up the phone, still on route to the mechanic but feeling on top of things. Breathe...

Oh what's that? A missed call and voicemail. "Hi Victoria, it's insert fake name here from insert bank name here. We had an appointment at 4.30pm today, just wondering how you're getting along"... Well obviously I'm not getting along, quick check of the clock, 4.55pm. Shit.

Is this... baby brain?

So I make it to yoga, squeeze my recently enlarged squishy toosh and muffins into my old gym pants and set about mmmmmming and breathing for an hour.My brain finally catches up.

Feeling rested, I head off to bed circa 9.30, look online for some houses to live in, please house, come to me, discuss some loose life plans with Mr D. Cuddle my lovely cats, go to the toilet (about ten times) and finally take off into dream land.

And then it begins... a night of dreams, where I forget I have to be places, uncontrollably gag in a butchers shop, spend $440 on meat, leave it in the shop, back into a car, give that person my card, twice, who mentions, "ahhh you already gave me this?" looks at me like I'm an idiot and so it continues, all night. Seriously!!!??? baby brain IN MY DREAMS? You must be joking.