I don’t know how this happened, but I have zero memory. It’s bad. Really bad. At least once, but probably closer to 3-978 times a day, I stare blankly at Dad-oo, my computer or just into space trying to remember what I was supposed to do. Or who I was going to call. Or simply trying to figure out the word that is escaping me, but teasing me by popping in and out of my head over and over and over. I feel like I’m searching through my brain, and it’s filled with this gaping holes where my memory used to be.
Dad-oo and I joke that it is lingering pregnancy brain, but is is supposed to still be hanging around 21 months after I gave birth? That just doesn’t seem fair. My body was stretched all out of proportion (never to return to the quite same shape), I was kicked forcefully from the inside for at least 5 months, I had my organs all squished up together, and then I gave birth (I’ll spare you the gory details on that one). And now this.
For whatever reason, it seems to have gotten worse since I made the transition to a stay-at-home mom. You would think it would get better, now that I don’t have to juggle my work life and my home life. But it seems to have had the opposite effect. Possibly because juggling just my home life includes, but is not limited to the following: meal planning, grocery lists, Book Babies, grocery shopping, breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, playgroups, laundry, cleaning, more cooking, another playgroup, music time, work, more breakfasts, lunches, snacks and dinners, yet another load of laundry (when will it ever end!!!), letting the dogs out for the first time since 7:00 this morning, feeding them, yelling at them, giving them love for the yelling, another playgroup, breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner, cleaning up after any given meal, bath time (crap, when was the last time the kiddo had a bath?), and yes, a final playgroup. Oh crap, I forgot about the one million things I need to pick up from Target. Again. That’s probably the 10th I’ve been there this week. And those are just the things that I can remember today.
Has anyone else experienced this? Does it ever get better? Or do you simply lose more and more brain cells with each child?
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Small children drain the memory from you. I can forget what I needed just by going downstairs. I make numerous lists now because otherwise I would be making 547 trips to the store every week for the necessities I forgot.
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@VandyJ, I need to start doing that. Right now I only have lists for groceries, meals and people I need to call. Good idea!
I can attest that you do. I think about 15% of your brain cells die with each pregnancy. For me that means I am functioning with … brain cells working … still working … pulling out calculator … 10% of my former intelligence. Lists are my friend, when I remember to write the stuff down anyway.
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@Charlotte, lol! That cracked me up.
I’ve never even been pregnant and I think I have pregnancy brain! Maybe it’s just called getting old:( I do not look forward to real pregnancy brain…I can’t even imagine how bad it will be then! Maybe we should get together to try to remember our good old college days (aka pre baby days)…between the two of us we may be able to remember about 5 events;) Luckily Dadoo can help us out too!
@Debbie, lol! I thing there may be more than one reason that we can’t remember all of our college days.
LOL Charlotte!
Unfortunately I would have to agree with the brain cells dying with each pregnancy theory! :p And then just when you start feeling like you might be reviving some of them, you find your remote in the fridge, your lost car keys in your pocket, and the little white stick on the bathroom counter has two lines reminding you that your memory is not gonna get any better just yet.
No, seriously, it’s gotta get better right? I hope somebody can assure us they do come back eventually! LOL! Otherwise I’m in serious trouble!
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@Mama Mirage, I wish I had better news for you, but a friend just confirmed that the memory doesn’t come back, according to her doctor. I guess we’ll have to rely on our husbands to pick up the slack. lol!
The end-result of “fetal brain snatch” (or pregnesia, or pregnancy brain) is that the baby steals the brain cells, and then never gives them back. I’m still looking for the rest of my brain. At least, I *would* be, if I could remember to…
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