It's True.

Remember way back when I wrote about my husband's sympathy pregnancy brain, when he wore 2 different shoes to work? And I said that I'd been told that the Pregnancy Brain phenomenon does not get better after the baby's born, and I'd let you know what I learn about that? Here's what I've learned:

It's true. It does not get better after the baby's born. It does, in fact, get worse. Here are a couple examples from this weekend alone.

Last night my neighbor tells me that Christina Applegate was diagnosed with breast cancer. "REALLY?? Oh my goodness - that's terrible!", I said in disbelief. James says, "I TOLD you that the other day!!!" I have absolutely no recollection of him telling me that, and it really really seems like something I'd remember!

Several times over the weekend, James and I would ask each other, "Who was telling us... such and such?" I can vaguely remember people telling me things (like about the Track and Field Olympian whose family is from Cedar Park, for example), but I cannot for the life of me remember who told me what and when. OR whom I have told things to, and I inevitably end up telling the same story to the same people over and over again.

Today, James needed one of those hand-held Swiffer dusters, to clean his computer and asked where we keep them. I told him "under the sink in the kitchen". A few minutes later he reported that he could find the fuzzy duster part, but not the blue plastic handle thingy that it goes on. I suggested a couple other places where he might find it, but it wasn't anywhere. I insisted, "But I just dusted last weekend before Lance and Christina came over - What the hell did I do with it?!?!" James said, "Wow. You're getting as bad as me!"

(Yeah. But I pushed an 8 pound baby outta me - what's his excuse?)

And, I will tell you that I have it super easy, as far as being the mother of a newborn goes. Logan sleeps about 5-6 hours at night and only wakes once to feed. I totally realize that I could have it so much worse - like a baby that wakes every 2 hours like clockwork. It's my own fault - I don't take enough advantage of my great-sleeping baby, and ALWAYS stay up too late after he goes to bed at night, thereby only giving myself 3-4 hours of sleep... It's a cumulative thing, too, this sleep deprivation. I've felt absolutely great up until about a week ago. Now I'm exhausted, and in desperate need of my memory back.

I have lots to blog about and a ton of pictures to get off my camera and edit and post on here, but I'll refer you to the above paragraph.

I'll get to it after my nap... after Logan wakes up... after I feed him... after I feed me... after his bath... after he goes to sleep. And I'll continue the vicious circle for you, my devoted blog readers, because I care that much.

;-)