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I was ready to mold my figure with maternity. I was ready to acquiesce my time and energy to my progeny. I was not ready to resign my intellect to motherhood.
I do not embrace my fecund-ally linked stupidity.
My scholarly, academic google research uncovered thousands of articles on how to flatten my abs post pregnancy; balance a family on one hip, career on the other; but where is the balm for baby brain?
When I poise my fingertips to write-I have beef stew for brains. When I part my lips to speak, I require constant access to a search engine, using the Internet as an external brain drive to compensate for unexpected noun loss.
Pretty soon my babies are going to need more from me than the ability to remember the entire alphabet. They may want me to teach them how to string letters together. Counting above ten may be required.
I want to remember the names of the medications I’m taking. I want to navigate back to my parked car.
Consequently, I am going to bootcamp my brain. The neural connections that were separated during pregnancy are going to be fused back together with the mere tenacity of my will if necessary.
Has this happen to anyone else? Am I the only one who lost their ability to form complete sentences post pregnancy?
In the meantime, I can still pick out a smart outfit.
