I think a peckish zombie ate my brain, recently. I seem to have part of my brain, which leads me to think he or she must have only been a little peckish and not starving. Maybe they started with Ben's humongous brain and then only had a little nibble of mine for dessert. (I only assume he has a large brain because he has an enormous head... I could be wrong).
I can't seem to finish a single thought these days. I feel like I'm sleep walking most of the time. For example, I had constructed today's entire post (mostly in my head while I was feeding Harvey at three o'clock this morning) and now I can't remember any of it.
How strange!
I think maybe the baby sucked my brain out of my head when he was born.
Do you think it's possible that while I was holding me breath and pushing him out, I created enough pressure to push my brains out my ears?
Maybe that's what happened.
So, that's why I'm not full of fascinating details about my incredible life.
That and I don't really do much more than sweep, mop, fold laundry, breastfeed, change diapers, feed the dog and cat, walk the dog, dishes...things like that.
Speaking of which, I should go, I need to clean while the babe is asleep, my mother in law is visiting tomorrow and there's lots to do.
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LOL I never thought about pressure from pushing, maybe that is what "baby brain" really is. I will tell you it comes back, in part anyway, it gets better at least. I suspect it may return in full when all kids are 18 & you get your mind completely to yourself 24/7...this is only a theory though, I have no evidence to back it up :)
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