July 4th, 2010oy, brain swelling
Yet another fun aspect of pregnancy? Pregnancy brain. (And yes, that is the technical term for it.) Basically the brain swells a bit when you are pregnant and certain aspects, namely memory, become hampered. Fortunately it goes away once the baby is born, but for now, I’m stuck with a worse-than-usual short-term memory (ie, I literally have to right everything down from a 10 minute meeting or I forget everything from the first 5 minutes) and an odd habit of just forgetting words in the middle of sentences.
The Chop thinks this is awesome. Particularly today when I said, “yippity do da doo bird,” or something along those lines. Basically I make no sense. It’s highly irritating to me, but highly entertaining to those I work and live with—yet another aspect of pregnancy that they don’t tell you occurs.
When we were in Provincetown I went and got a pedicure at a local salon, where two early-20-year-olds were working. They ooh’d and aah’d about my stomach, felt the baby kick and we discussed all the stuff that nobody mentions about pregnancy…
Your feet hurt, your back hurts, your stomach hurts, you can’t get up by yourself, putting on pants is painful, you don’t sleep well (or at all), it’s freaking hot, you get random heartburn FOR NO REASON (even if you just drink water), your feet swell if you’re on them too much, you can’t shave your legs comfortably, you run into things constantly and, oh yeah, sex becomes a logistical nightmare.
Happy Fourth of July!

FYI… Nothing in that last paragraph goes away once the baby is here, sorry to report.
Comment by Genevieve — July 6, 2010 @ 12:21 am
Awesome, thank you for being SUCH A RAY OF FREAKING SUNSHINE.
Seriously. None of it? Can we blame part of yours on the C-Section? Because today is so hot and I want to die and the only thing getting me through is knowing that in September I will no longer be in pain or hot.
Comment by the insider — July 6, 2010 @ 10:16 am
sex is always a logistical nightmare.
Comment by wendykat — July 7, 2010 @ 1:12 am