I just had to ring Andy because I knew there was a particular subject that I wanted to cover in my next entry and I couldn't for the LIFE of me remember what the Dickens it was.
I have been racking my brain for DAYS! Then it finally came to me while we were brain storming on the phone and remembering it demonstrated a brilliant kind of irony: it was BABY BRAIN I wanted to discuss. Pregnesia, whatever you want to call it and I have been suffering with it. CATASTROPHICALLY.
I'm usually one of the most organised and together people you could know. Birthday cards are written and mailed and arrive ON birthdays, the flat is organised, washing done, loo roll caddy full. But Cawood standards are slipping and when I do something utterly and uncharacteristically rubbish, everyone just says, "don't worry Honey! That's just Baby Brain!" It's a brilliant excuse;).
So far, in the last 2 weeks these are some of the things I've done:
1).Turned up to the WRONG building to meet my friend for lunch last week. There are 2 Northern & Shell buildings in London:-/. Subsequently, No Lunch. This was after a 4.30am start doing a stint on Sky Sunrise with Eamonn Holmes: I could have had a bloody nap instead of spending 3 hours navigating my way around the bleedin' DLR...
2). Left the house with a niggling feeling that something was missing but carried on regardless only to go to pay for groceries and discover that my purse was still at home: this has happened TWICE in 2 weeks:((((.
3). More or less accuse my LOVELY dry cleaner Andrew that they'd lost a coat I'd taken in only to discover it hanging, freshly drycleaned, in my wardrobe when I got home. I have ZERO recollection of collecting said coat:-/
4). Then last night, I called Andy on what I thought was his mobile phone only to have a very odd exchange with a man I thought was Andy putting on a strange voice to trick me. It transpires I had called his work number and told the nice (heavily accented) security man at Unkle Post Production to "stop putting on a silly voice". To which he replied (quite reasonably under the circumstances) that he wasn't "putting on a silly voice, this is how I talk". I hung up on the poor bugger, utterly confounded, until I realised that Andy's work number is stored with his mobile number in my iPhone and they're both under "Rabbit" (don't laugh: my nickname for him is Bunny Rabbit:(. We all have our crosses to bear: that's Andy's). Not one of my finest moments:(.
So after all these instances of utter shiteness I decided to find out if the baby brain phenomenon actually exists or if it is a figment of our pregnant imaginations....
First stop. Twitter. Obvs. Well, according to you lot it most definitely exists. And it gets worse with the amount of sproglets that arrive.
Next stop. The BBC website. Where I found this. Ladies, it would appear that we are all making excuses for just being absent minded:(.
So if the baby brain theory really is just a myth then why do women who are Up The Stick get like this? Well there are a few theories, all of them far more boring than blaming it on the bump. Basically, "they" say that it's because we are all so much more preoccupied with what's going on inside of us and have a lot more on our minds than we would usually have what with impending motherhood looming large. I wrestled with whether or not to share the article I found online lest we all lose our one decent excuse to F*** Things Up but ladies, it's time to (wo)man up, stop being crap and start making lists. I'm sorry to be the snitch that puts it out there but it's only a matter of time before the baby is being blamed for everything from bad moods to smelly farts so I'm just saying we should cut the little buggers some slack while they're still inside our wombs, oui?
Anyway, I must away to check that I haven't out anything interesting in the refrigerator recently...,