Normally, I adore blogging. Somewhere stored are pages and pages on a word document of hundreds of feelings from my roller-coaster couple of years. I have blogs on sites that I can't even remember, notes books that have been discarded most likely in the garage, with diary after diary entry that will never be viewed again.
This year I thought I would commit to a daily entry on here, but since being up the duff, I don't feel able to. Not through lack of time, which, lets face it, I have tonnes of, but due to my inability to string a sentence together the majority of the time.
I remember the days when I could correctly punctuate and would care enough to check my spelling and grammar ruthlessly. Such a distant memory is feeling alert with a slither of intelligence, confirmed by my panic when presented with a maths homework sheet by my seven year old son. Gazing down the page I realised that I was required to assist him with the spelling of the word "eighty." At that moment in time, I just couldn't locate in my mind the correct letters, never mind the order. Sat in my car outside the school gates (awaiting for the older two to finish) with my eyes filling up, feeling beyond ridiculous over a stupid word.
Why are my brain cells dying? Is it temporary dumbness? I don't remember it being this bad with my other pregnancies?
Not that I am claiming to be clever, particularly with words as I have always felt more comfortable in a world of numbers and patterns, but I coped with my previous level of ability.
What if it isn't pregnancy related? I have read articles on pregnancy brain being a myth!
Please tell me that in 22 days when I hopefully give birth, I shall go back to normal?
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