Pregnancy Brain: It's Real, It's Here, And It's Destroying Your Home As We Speak

Okay, so maybe pregnancy brain isn't destroying your home as we speak, but I couldn't think of something witty to put there, and if I haven't thought of anything witty by the time I post this, it'll stay there.

Pregnancy Brain. Some of you are asking, what is it? Why is it so terrible?

Pregnancy brain is a phenomenon that people commonly attribute to pregnant women, although the effects can reportedly last for years and years after giving birth. Basically, you become forgetful, even of basic things. It varies in intensity from woman to woman, and usually can be solved by writing things down/making a detailed calendar/to-do lists, and all those things your mom did to remember all the things she had to do each day.

It can also manifest itself in other ways, like forgetting the names of commonly used objects. Once I could not remember the word for spatula to save my life, and spent a good several minutes describing the "flippy kitchen thing" to my husband.

I'm sure if you ask my husband, he'll tell you all about how pregnancy brain has made me more forgetful, but I, mercifully, can't remember much. Hence why I have to make several lists if I want to actually complete tasks, put all my events into my calendar or else they don't exist, and so on and so forth. But there is a recent pregnancy brain incident that's perhaps the worst of any pregnancy brain incident I've had so far. 

It was late in the evening. Isaiah had gone to work all day, and I'd been doing various household tasks and suchlike at home. When he got home, we needed to go grocery shopping. Normally I do this by myself, but as my pregnancy has progressed, Isaiah wants to prevent me from hurting myself by carrying all the groceries up the stairs to our apartment by myself in one fell swoop. I told him if he didn't want me to carry heavy foodstuffs up the stairs that he would have to come shopping with me to help me put them away. So we go shopping together. 

Anyway, we went grocery shopping. Isaiah hates shopping, and he hates shopping even more after he's worked all day. But we needed food. We went shopping, got home and put the groceries away, and since he looked so tired and worn out (and I'd made him go shopping with me) I asked if he would like a back rub before bed. Isaiah hates shopping, but he loooooooves back rubs. 

So I'm giving him this back rub/massage (it usually ends up being both) and chatting with him, as I do, when a little bit into this I realize that while I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing with his back, it's not a back rub. I try again, but I still can't make my hands remember how a back rub/massage works??? At this point, I'm just awkwardly touching Isaiah's back and I'm like, "Babe, I don't know what this is, but it's not a back rub." He replies, "Yeah, I was wondering what you were doing." 

Anyway, it wasn't awful, since after we acknowledged that this was weird and why couldn't I remember how to give a back rub? we also found it hilariously funny, and laughed and laughed and laughed. 

So husbands, if your wife is pregnant and suffering from pregnancy brain, at least hopefully she hasn't given you a botched back rub because she honestly and truly forgot how they worked.