Maternal Brain Melt

I had heard from many people over the years that pregnancy causes you to lose your memory.  When I got pregnant with Asher, however, I was determined that this would not happen to me.  (I have a secret fear of anything that sounds remotely like a loss of control over my mind.)  For the first several months, I did pretty well.  So far as I can remember, (ha ha) I didn't have any problems with forgetting things more than usual.  Then, when I was about seven months along, Hugh and I babysat for some friends.  They had dinner for us, and Hugh, our friends' kids and I ate while they were gone. During dinner, I started to offer the 2-year-old we were watching some pineapple, but once I got through "do you want some" I realized that I couldn't remember what it was called.  I thought that it might be an isolated incident, but unfortunately, I began having trouble remembering the right word for all kinds of things.  

I thought that once the hormones stabilized, and I had my body more-or-less to myself again, my mental faculties would return to normal.  However, I think that my memory problems have simply mutated.  While my vocabulary has, for the most part, returned, I now find myself forgetting about things that I have done or was going to do.  For example, I am a cub scout den leader in my ward.  Every Friday afternoon, we have a den meeting.  While Hugh was in school, he was home on Friday afternoons and could watch Asher while I went to scouts, but for the last couple of weeks Hugh's been working full-time so I've had to take the burrito with me.  This makes it a little more difficult to be on time, but this week I was determined to do it.  All week long I thought about how I was going to set the Pack N' Play up at the church ahead of time (I put him in the Pack N' Play at scouts so that all of the crazy little 8-year-old boys don't accidentally step on him.) and have Asher fed and changed early so that I would be ready.  However, Friday night at about 11:30 PM, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to go to scouts at all.  Luckily, there are two other leaders and when I apologized for having missed the meeting they told me that only two of our nine boys had shown up.  

Yesterday, Hugh and I went to a barbecue block party.  We were there for a couple of hours and it was a lot of fun.  Today, I was talking to a friend after Relief Society and she asked if I had enjoyed the party yesterday.  I started racking my brain, trying to remember a party that I had attended yesterday.  After a minute, she said, "You know, the barbecue?" and started describing the party.  It was only about 24 hours previous and I already couldn't remember that I had been there.  These are just a couple of examples of my memory failure.  I used to have a great memory and I almost never wrote things down, but now I have to write down everything and sometimes I still forget.  I'm telling myself that it's just a result of sleep deprivation and that once Asher's been sleeping through the night for a while maybe I'll get my brain back.  If you know from experience that this isn't the case, don't tell me.  I'm enjoying my blissful ignorance.  

On a completely unrelated note, both of my boys are snoring.  Aren't they cute?