Monday, 24 January 2011
I pride myself in the fact that I have a good memory. I remember things from when I was 2! I'm not just talking about a small memory.. I'm talking intricate details - the way things smelled, colors, what I was wearing. Not to mention how I felt when I met Mickey mouse for the first time. I'm talking about spectacular memory.
Actually, every time I brag about it to my sister (while driving somewhere), we end up getting lost. But nonetheless, my memory is kick ass! My sister relies on my memories to reconstruct her own. My husband relies on my memory when it comes to driving somewhere.
So why are we talking about it? Since L's birth, my memory has become shoddy at best. They say you become forgetful when you're pregnant, and I didn't experience it. I was sharp as a needle. But 8 months after the birth of my son, I'm suffering from major memory/forgetfulness issues. And what makes it worst is that poor Matt gets the brunt of it.
Case in point: I brought finger-paints downstairs from the office to use later today. But I don't recall bringing them downstairs. Instead, I yelled at poor dear ol' Matt about how he keeps moving my stuff only to realize that I was the one who brought it downstairs a while a go.
Other cases? I've completely misplaced my charlie card... no idea where it went. I tore apart my office, our entryway, all our coats, my bags - no card. Yesterday I thought I signed out the parking space at work. NOPE. Then I lost the parking ticket that I needed to exit the garage. I spent a good 20 min looking.... Nothing! It's probably next to the charlie card.
I was trying to recall what we did this past weekend - drawing a complete blank. I've gone to the store, and COMPLETELY forgotten why I was there. Sunday I was looking for brownies I made the day before and couldn't find it. Matt had to remind me that I housed it that morning for breakfast.
These are just some of the daily struggles I'm going through - and this is just within the last week. This has been going on for months. At first I was trying to hide it... blaming others, but I'm slowly coming to realize that it's ME!
WHAT IS GOING ON!?! It's not lack of sleep because I'm sleeping well. It's not because I'm juggling too much... Is it age? Can I blame L? Whatever it is, I want my memory back along with my stupid Charlie Card.
Did anyone else experience this several months AFTER pregnancy?