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Friday, March 18, 2011

This is your brain on baby

Someone needs to do a Public Service Announcement about "Pregnancy Brain" syndrome.  It is real, people.  Or at least, I hope it is, because if it's not, my I.Q. is just dropping like Charlie Sheen's credibility. (And yes, that is the best simile I could come up with.  Deal.)  I've already written about how I'll get distracted in the middle of doing something.  Well, it seems to be getting worse.  I forget to respond to e-mails and text messages, obsessively check my calendar because I can't remember what is happening when, and find myself going upstairs to get something and getting occupied with something else for a good half hour.  Jeromy has started to mutter about me need a personal assistant just to get through my day.  He does, however, love to reminisce about the incident a few weeks ago when I put my fingers straight into the dish of guacamole without getting a chip first.  He started laughing so hard, he was pretty much crying in the middle of Chipotle. 

Anyway, I also forgot to write about a few more updates in my last post.  They aren't huge earth-shattering events or anything, but I had intended to write about them, and it's been bothering me that I forgot.  So here they are:

First, we went on our hospital tour a few weeks ago.  My OB-GYN delivers at a small, quiet hospital in South Austin.  I was a little nervous that it doesn't have a NICU, but my doctor reassured me that if they are worried at all, they have you deliver at one of the bigger hospitals.  We weren't really sure what to expect on the tour; I'm sure Jeromy was envisioning a walk through a hallway of screaming women and crying babies, but the place was pretty much silent.  We got to go into a few of their delivery/recovery rooms, which made it all VERY real, even though most of the machines are kind of hidden away behind paneling.  Some of the rooms have bathtubs, which I'm excited about, not because I want to do a water birth or anything, but because a warm bath is supposed to help with pain management.  Probably the best part of the tour was when the nurse flipped up the leg braces on the bed/delivery table.  They were at a crazy angle, and Jeromy got very wide-eyed.  He leaned over to me and said, "umm, I think you're going to have to do a LOT more yoga in order to be able to use those things."

Another thing that we have checked off of my intense To-Do-Before-The-Baby-Arrives List is finding and meeting with a pediatrician.  I was worried about locating one that is nearby, since we don't live very close in to town, but luckily there is a practice about 7 minutes from our house.  I also thought it was a good sign that this particular pediatrician has been chosen as the Chief of Pediatrics at the hospital that is being built a few miles down the road.  What I did NOT expect was that the pediatrician would be so young.  And by young, I mean about my age.  Obviously I know that there are doctors my age, but it still felt really strange, and I had a hard time resisting the urge to tell her that she was very cute, but where was her mother, the real doctor?  I mean, who has gone to med school, had three children, and been named the Chief of Pediatrics by her early 30s??  The real-life, female Doogie Howser, that's who.  

That said, she was very friendly, and had good answers to all of my questions, so we're going to use her as Doctor's doctor.  Who knows, maybe she and I will bond and end up getting main/pedis together someday.

Since it's Friday, and since I'm easily amused these days, I'll end with this funny video.  I'm sure a lot of you have already seen it, but if you haven't, you should watch it.  *I* thought it was absolutely hilarious, even if Jeromy declared that it's "not quite as snot-bubblingly funny" and I found it to be.  Enjoy!


  1. Oh that is a funny video! Baby laughs are the best!

  2. Love that video, love!

    And LOL at the guac story! Pregnancy brain will go away, but will likely be replaced by mommy-brain. Not sure which is worse.