The Absent Minded Mommy

I'd like to preface this by saying, I forgot I wanted to write this many times over and actually had to have my husband send me a reminder to my calendar.

I was pretty much the last of all of my friends to have their first child. I'd watch them all show up late, lose stuff, forget things and seem scattered from time to time blaming "mom brain." Truth be told, I thought it was mostly a brilliant excuse that a parent could use because who will yell at a mother of an infant for saying her crying baby made her late??

When I was around 14 weeks pregnant, I started being totally absent-minded. Bumbling around my office or apartment forgetting what I was looking for. Making three laps around a room for the sunglasses on my head and losing my train of thought regularly. I had lists and post-its all over my office so that I'd never screw something up royally at work, but I'd also stand in that office asking myself what I was looking for (out loud) several times a day. I used to thank God that I had my own office, so no one thought I was bananas!

I have always been insanely organized, able to multi-task like a circus juggler, and could tell you who wore what to the first day of Kindergarten. I couldn't believe this was happening to me! What was this baby doing to my brain???

Editor's Note: I started writing this in July. Cassie put it on our editorial calendar and that reminded me that I never finished writing it...

I'd stop talking mid-sentence and forget where I was going with the story. I'd ask my husband to repeat something a hundred times. Keep in mind, this is one of my biggest pet peeves that he does regularly! I couldn't wait for this kid to be born, so I could be a thinking , intelligent adult again.

Fast forward, he was born. I still had no idea what was going on. It wasn't my lack of sleep as others tried to tell me (in an effort to make me feel better, I think). I am a lifelong insomniac (since infancy) and a newborn wasn't really affecting my sleep patterns. Plus, he was a great sleeper. (Don't hate me, he's a crazy beast now!)

Now, my son is nearly 2. I still am never late. That's just who I am. But, I have no idea where anything is most of the time. I search high and low for things right in front of me. I drive myself crazy trying to remember my train of thought, but the good news is, most of my friends do the same stuff!

This is my PSA to any of you women out there judging your mom friends for their "excuses". Pregnancy brain and mom brain are real! Now, I have to call my mom and say sorry for yelling at her for forgetting something I asked her to do...