Jun 4, 2009
Missing: Candy’s Mind
At yesterday’s doctor’s appointment, Baby Girl and I passed all of the standard 32-week checkpoints: blood pressure looks good; enough weight gain to look like I’m packing a pot roast, but not a blue whale; ample amniotic fluid; Baby Girl settled in proper downward-facing position, where she is free to practice her roundhouse kicks on my ribs.
Great! How reassuring! Only… they failed to examine me for everything.
If the doctor had simply run a CAT Scan, she would have noticed that the better part of my mind is missing. I’ve joked about Pregnancy Brain in a couple of other columns but, between you and me, it’s becoming increasingly worrisome. My mind has officially eloped with my waistline somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle. I’m constantly looking around to see if the men in white coats have tracked me down yet. Thankfully, I think they’re too busy on tour with Britney Spears to be bothered with me right now.
Recent proof to include in the Missing Mind Report:
- Last night, I opened the microwave to grab my cup of hot water, only to realize I MICROWAVED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR A MINUTE.
- I’ve stared at my computer screen for an hour, desperately trying to think of a (clearly difficult) word that’s eluding me, when it FINALLY comes to me: “Jell-O!”
- I just went up the stairs no fewer than five times to get my eyeglasses, only to be distracted by a cat or a speck of dust, and return to my desk… where I realize I STILL did not get my glasses. And proceed to head upstairs again. Repeat.
- (This one may fall under the TMI Umbrella; however, considering that a team of men and women — and my mom — are going to spend many hours staring at and prodding my vagina in just a few weeks, my sense of boundaries is a little blurred right now.) When I went to the bathroom to take my requisite urine test at the doctor’s yesterday, I FORGOT TO PEE IN THE CUP. Yes, I had entirely relieved my bladder when I realized the empty cup was still sitting on the counter. I believe I said something eloquent like, “Shit!” Then desperately tried to squeeze out another drop in the actual cup, using old tricks like thinking of waterfalls, to no avail. Which, as you can imagine, was great fun explaining to the nurse.
- At least I remembered to go in the toilet, I guess.
If you happen to see my mind, please contact the Los Angeles Pregnancy Brain Department at 1-888-CRAZY-ASS-PREGNANT-WOMAN-ON-THE-LOOSE.
helloandie
says:
hey, if it makes you feel any better, you get at least 70% of your mind back after baby comes. well, about 3 months after baby comes.. and you can kiss that other 30% goodbye forever. i’m not really helping, am i?
June 4th, 2009 at 9:04 am -Candy
says:
Yeah, no, that’s not reassuring at all. Especially considering how little I had to begin with.
June 4th, 2009 at 10:51 am -EverydayM
says:
I used to have the most wonderful memory. Now, three kids later I am practically useless. I cannot leave the house in the morning for the round of school and daycare drop-offs without coming back home for something I forgot… sometimes twice. I print the same document twice to the printer at work, every day! I hope it is different for you, but you may want to resign yourself to permament flaky-brain.
June 9th, 2009 at 5:14 pm -I loved Candy Kirby and I love the new site. You rock! Keep it coming!
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Dr. L.
says:
Candeeeeeeeeee!!! You still rock!!! Don’t ask where I’ve been, nowhere fun. Well, there was the one night…
Dr. L.
June 11th, 2009 at 1:43 pm -