I know there are many people out there than think pregnancy brain is something we pregnant people come up with to explain the stupid things we say or do. Or that we use it as an excuse to get out of doing things, or explaining things. But I tell you, it's real.
I find myself not knowing words like "book" or "computer" and find myself saying "You know.... the thing....that you use.... to make your hair straight.... oh ya, a straightener." It's maddening.
But over the last 2 weeks, I've had it really bad. Worse than it's been since the beginning. One time was funny. The other was not.
First bad instance was standing in line at Chick-fil-A. I just love their chicken sandwich sans pickle. And Stephen introduced me to Chick-fil-A sauce and my life has changed forever. I walk up to the counter, place my order and then blurt out the words:
Can I have some Arby's sauce with that?
Yes, I asked the Chick-fil-A lady for some Arby's sauce. Fortunately, she had pity on me, and as I corrected myself, she smiled and said "Honey, I understand. I have 4 kids. I've had pregnancy brain 4 times."
As if that was bad enough, the next instance was worse.
Stephen and I went to pick out some things we needed for the house at Home Depot. As we're walking through, and I will admit, I was really tired. I had waddled through the entire store and was ready to go home. As we were about to leave, Stephen says to me "Hey! Why don't we look at their selection of back doors?" I froze in my steps.
I couldn't picture our house. I couldn't picture our current back door. I was suddenly in a time warp where I had no idea where I lived or what I was doing in the home depot. I looked at him, with tears in my eyes and uttered the words "I'm so confused. I can't picture our house"
While it was a really scary moment, he immediately comforted me, reminded me of our home without making me feel stupid and told me he thought we should call it a night and go home. I cried all the way to the car, as I was so scared and embarrassed that I couldn't remember our sweet little house that we've made together. I did snap back to reality within a minute or two, but for a few seconds, I was so scared that I had literally lost my mind.
In those moments I am so glad I have a loving husband who doesn't make fun of me even though I can't remember the simplest of things. The whole way home I told him "See! See! Pregnancy brain really does exist!"
And even if you don't agree with it, I'm living proof that there's something crazy that happens to perfectly normal pregnant people.
So if I see you out in public and I can't remember your name, or the word "Shoe", just forgive me. In a matter of 7 weeks, I'll be back to normal, so to speak. Hopefully I'll regain my mind so I can at least walk up to order a Chick-fil-A sandwich with confidence.