A tiny tasty tidbit over at Project Parenting today.
I am having the hardest time keeping track of things. Getting things done. Remembering whom I told what or didn’t.
This is Pregnancy Brain, right?
Returning emails: Keep meaning to do that. Need to email Cousin Jeanne back today. Hi Cousin Jeanne! I loved your email. Thank you! So glad to know you — and Jane and Otto, Hi Jane and Otto! — are reading the blog! Will get back to you with a detailed email today. I promise.
Where was I? Oh yes, forgetting things.
I’ve already forgotten several things I meant to write in this post when I started a few minutes ago. Sigh.
There’s the forgetting, and then there’s the just not wanting to do.
Frankly, all I want to do is eat, sleep, go to exercise classes, read the occasional book, have the occasional pedicure, and gestate. Oh, and get massages — I keep forgetting to call to have that prenatal massage Scott got me for my birthday. Must do that.
It did occur to me this week that this may be the last time in my life that I can actually do nothing for an entire day, so rather than feel guilty, I might as well enjoy it.
Okay remember this feeling of not being able to remember stuff and not being able what you told to whom. It’ll happen again at menapause. AAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!