There are things I'd like to blame on being the process of being pregnant, giving birth, and raising 3 children. Everything from my weight fluctuation, stretch marks, horrible hair and skin to my loss of vocabulary, inability to concentrate, and over developed sense of worry and anxiety. All the above are completely true, but come on! Enough is enough! I'd at least like to sit down to my laptop and remember the brilliant, insightful, and next-to-be Huffington Post article that is sure to go viral.
All day, I wandered around thinking about what I was going to write about. I remember it was a series of questions. I remember thinking, "I'd love to hear some real responses..." But I have no flipping clue what it was. I would like to be angry with myself, but then, I'd just forget why I am angry soon enough too.
I think about things all day long. Some are note worthy, like the excitement of a parent who has been worried about the developmental progress of their 2 year old and seeing them show "more patience and intelligence than most his age" during a hearing test today. Or an interesting article on psychopaths and their roles in family (first hand experience with it). Then there are the less worthy, but possibly still interesting thoughts like putting peanut butter between two chocolate covered graham crackers. Or how amazing it is that my husband can carry me on his back and dance around, inciting awe and wonder in two little boys.
I am curious if my brain will ever be normal again! Some people say "baby brain" lasts for only a few months. Some say years. I know that getting pregnant so frequently and so close together has assured that my brain seems to be on an extended vacation. It just wonders and wonders and....wanders. Hopefully, it will become a "working vacation" at least some time soon so that I can get some creative juices flowing and THEN...remember what the hell I was doing.
All day, I wandered around thinking about what I was going to write about. I remember it was a series of questions. I remember thinking, "I'd love to hear some real responses..." But I have no flipping clue what it was. I would like to be angry with myself, but then, I'd just forget why I am angry soon enough too.
I think about things all day long. Some are note worthy, like the excitement of a parent who has been worried about the developmental progress of their 2 year old and seeing them show "more patience and intelligence than most his age" during a hearing test today. Or an interesting article on psychopaths and their roles in family (first hand experience with it). Then there are the less worthy, but possibly still interesting thoughts like putting peanut butter between two chocolate covered graham crackers. Or how amazing it is that my husband can carry me on his back and dance around, inciting awe and wonder in two little boys.
I am curious if my brain will ever be normal again! Some people say "baby brain" lasts for only a few months. Some say years. I know that getting pregnant so frequently and so close together has assured that my brain seems to be on an extended vacation. It just wonders and wonders and....wanders. Hopefully, it will become a "working vacation" at least some time soon so that I can get some creative juices flowing and THEN...remember what the hell I was doing.