Pregnancy brain for dummies

Want to know the seven most terrifying words in the English language?

“It doesn’t matter, you won’t remember this anyway.”

Wait…six…seven…eight…dammit…

Want to know the eight most terrifying…OK, well, whatever…you get the point.

Yes, dear reader, yours truly is currently living through her own version of the movie “Memento.”

Memento

(If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s basically about a guy who, due to a brain injury, cannot create new memories, meaning he forgets all his short-term memories within a few minutes. So he’s always leaving notes and photos everywhere to remind him of important information. Or, as every male college student I met in 2001 referred to it, “The greatest movie of all time! Not even kidding, dude! Wanna get stoned and discuss it for the next five hours!?!”)

Ever since I got knocked up, my brain has become strictly for show. Now, granted, I was warned about this phenomenon, which has been dubbed the cutesy name of “pregnancy brain” (probably by someone who thinks pink is an acceptable color), but none of those warnings prepared me for this.

It started out slow. Little things like washing my hair with conditioner first, followed by shampoo. Watching a TV episode with no clue that I had already watched it the night before until someone pointed it out. Forgetting the names of common every day objects and frequently saying things like “You know, the thing with the thing. It was beside the other thing.”

Minor inconveniences, yes. But nothing I couldn’t handle.

However, it wasn’t until the following conversation with my husband a few nights ago that I realized the extent of the issue:

Ryan: “Blah, blah, blah…” (one of the blahs triggering some nagging inkling that I had forgotten something important).

Me: “Wait. Aren’t I mad at you about something?”

Ryan: “No.”

Me: “Yeah…I’m pretty sure I am. Why am I mad at you?”

Ryan: “If you don’t remember, there is no way in hell I’m telling you.”

Me: “Dammit! Why am I mad at you? You said something. About…DAMMIT! I can’t seem to remember!”

Ryan: “Hahahahahahaha…”

Me: “…”

Ryan: “Babe?”

Me: “…”

Ryan: “Sweetie…?”

Me: “I’m not talking to you. I’m mad at you for not telling me why I’m mad at you. And I’m gonna stay mad at you until you tell me why I was mad at you.”

Ryan: “I’m not even sure how to respond to that.”

Me: “…”

Ryan: “Fine. You really want to know why you were mad?”

Me: “…”

Ryan: “(Sigh)…You were mad because I pointed out that none of the elves seemed upset when Santa died in “The Santa Clause.” They didn’t even mourn or have a funeral or ask how he died, they just immediately accepted Tim Allen as their new boss. And you said I forever ruined the movie for you.”

Me: “Oh yeah. Thanks a lot, jerk. Way to ruin a modern classic…seriously though, that’s messed up that not even one of them cried.”

Ryan: “Right?”

Me: “Well, I guess I’m not mad anymore.”

Ryan: “It doesn’t matter. You won’t remember any of this anyway.”

Me: “DAMMIT!”

But you know what? It’s all gonna be OK. In fact, I’m going to have the last laugh. Because, as I recently discovered, those filmmakers were on to something. Which is why our house is now littered with scraps of paper like the following:

Mad note 1

Mad note 2

So be forewarned, babe. I’ll never again forget why I’m mad at you. Well, that is, as long as I can find a pen quickly enough to write it down before I forget. Speaking of which, where did that pen go? Dammit! It was right here. I swear!

DAMMIT IT ALL TO HELL!

What was I writing about again?

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5 responses to “Pregnancy brain for dummies

  1. On a particularly difficult day I was having, a coworker of mine referred to this as “double brain syndrome” which I prefer to the more cutesy pregnancy brain. Apparently that second brain throws everything out the window!

  2. Haha oh no. I hope I don’t get a bad case of pregnancy brain.

    I am already forgetful as is 😦

  3. hahah yep I hear you. I start talking about something then forget what its called, im like, you know, the thingie, it stores food?

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