If I only had a brain...

Since giving birth I have mostly felt like Scarecrow from "The Wizard of Oz" and often singing the tune "If I only had a brain." For all of you ladies that told me I would get Mommy brain...you were of course right. But, better yet it isn't really a false statement at all. I did learn last week that a woman's brain shrinks up to 15% when she is pregnant. The good news - they say it comes back. How fast, is the question.

I continually forget things these days and even when I make a list it proves to be completely useless since I normally forget to even bring it with me. My biggest idiot moment recently was backing the car out of the garage with out closing the door. How could I make this mistake given that I do have mirrors? I really do not have an answer to that question. When the insurance company asked what happened the only clear answer I could give them was that I had just had a baby and I must have lost the full 15% of my brain. Well $2500 from insurance and one fat $500 deductible later the door can be repaired, and as mentioned before hopefully my brain can be too!!

So sorry that I haven't updated pictures lately. I would update...but I forgot my camera with a friend. I did plan to pick the camera up and called her to have her put it in her diaper bag for when I saw her. She did! Yes, she also has a small baby and when I did see her...neither of us remembered to exchange the camera!!

I remember the days when I didn't need a note pad or a planner or even a list for the grocery store. I remembered every conversation that I ever had and ever thing on the "to do" list with out the list. The brain shrinkage coupled with the need to take care of a baby and a family has washed away my memory.

I'm fighting the good fight for us ladies. I started taking my Fish Oil and vitamins again, balancing those Omega 3 and 6 fatty acids (good for the breast milk too) I am on a mission to re-grow my brain so that once again everyone can depend on me to do all the things I say I will. I don't want to have to start writing my to do lists on my arm like the teenagers do...see you can't leave your arm in your locker or on your desk...so there is no excuse.