I've always heard of baby brain and wondered if it were a real thing. Well, I'm beginning to think there is something to all the rumors. I've had a few things happen to me lately that I swear have to be baby related. A couple of days ago I went to my boss's cubicle at work to ask a few questions and tell her a few things, and once I walked in and sat down I just stared at her with a blank look on my face. I couldn't remember a single reason why I came over. She immediately understood, but rather than baby brain she referred to it as "mom-ery". New term for me, but makes sense. From what I hear this baby brain never completely goes away. Yaaaaay.
I've been having a lot of that happen lately. I'll go into a room, or get out the laptop to do something, or call someone...and then have absolutely no clue what my original intent was. It's fun. Especially because I always feel like I have a million things I should be doing, so this wasted time of trying to remember what exactly it is I'm trying to accomplish is super annoying.
A couple of weeks ago I was meeting up with some friends for happy hour/dinner, and when I got to the restaurant (which I had never been to) I walked up to the door and there was a doorman and a red velvet rope. Here I am seven months pregnant and it appears that I'm about to go into a club. I looked at him and before he could say anything I said "Wait, is this like a bar? Like an actual bar? You've got to be freaking kidding me, they invited the pregnant girl to a bar??"
He stared at me for a second and said "Well, it's a restaurant and bar, technically. But yeah, it's a bar". Then he asked for my ID. As I'm shaking my head and muttering about how embarrassing this is, I pull out my ID and hand it to him. He looked at me and kind of chuckled and then said "Well, I can keep this, but I'm going to need to see your ID too".
I had handed him my check card. I said something along the lines of "Oh good God, this is ridiculous", handed him the ID, and walked into the "restaurant". And proceeded to feel incredibly out of place for the remainder of the night, sitting there with my massive belly as girls in tiny dresses walked around and the loudest live band I've heard in awhile played. Clearly not my scene at the moment.
Another fine example also took place at during a happy hour situation (don't ask why a pregnant woman is invited to so many happy hours). My boss was leaving the company, so our team went out for drinks and appetizers to see her off. We sat around for a couple of hours and chatted and then went our separate ways. On the way home I called Arsen and he asked that I bring home In N Out for dinner, so I went through the drive through to pick it up. When I got up to the window to pay, I got in my purse for my wallet and saw something strange: there was a full silverware set, rolled up in a black napkin, that apparently came from the place we had just had our happy hour. I stared at it for awhile trying to figure out how it got there. Had someone done this as a weird joke? Or had I seriously just absentmindedly decided to pick up a roll of silverware and stick it in my purse? And did my coworkers watch me do it and think I'm some sort of klepto and just decide not to confront me about it? So many questions...
Oh, pregnancy. What joy you bring. I know every single ridiculous second of this is going to be more than worth it in just a couple short months, but man...I'm definitely getting to the point where it's not quite so fun anymore. I also had a nice little moment this morning. I was laying in bed, trying to get motivated to haul myself out of bed when I came to a realization. In just about 2 months (give or take) I am going to be responsible for pushing a human being out of my body. No one can help me, and there's no getting out of it. Obviously all along I've known the time would come, but now it's like...reality.
Stuff just got real, ya'll. Yikes.