Sunday, September 14, 2008

I think I'm missing something...

But I'm not sure...oh. That's it. Brain. I knew I left it around her somewhere.

Life's different. I know it will be really different come next May, or even April, but it's already different. I haven't been awake at 11pm in weeks. I haven't slept in my bed at least a full week (and my not see it again for the duration), and I'm really not liking my red meat.

And then there's the brain thing.

Pregnancy brain is real, I'm telling you. I'm not sure where this little bean put it, but it stole a good portion of my mental capacity. I feel so...unproductive.

Everyone is telling me to rest, rest, rest. I feel like I'm over-resting and under-contributing. I'm not slacking on anything paid, but I am feeling my personal pursuits slide considerably. This blog, and even my Bones blog, are not getting nearly the attention they once did. It's not for lack of love, just lack of concentration.

I run out of steam so fast. The line of demarcation is most clearly marked by one simple thing: naps. Pre-pregnancy, I loathed them. And when I gave in and took one, I invariably felt worse. I slept 6-7 hours each night and everything was just peachy.

Now, I sleep anywhere from 8-10 hours at night, and I love my naps. Of course, I don't sleep that amount straight. Nooooo. I might make it 4 before I have to visit the ladies' room, stumbling around in the dark. But there's a painful price to pay for waiting even that long. It's much better if I only sleep 2 or 3 at a time with plenty of visits. I am getting pretty good at going and returning to my couch with barely a thought.

Alright, quick U-turn back to the beginning. See what happened there? I started a topic on lack of concentration, and ended up on bathroom visits. Such is my current state.

3 comments:

Leedra said...

It only gets worse, and you know what they say about pay backs. I was soooooo sleepy the first time around. Don't remember how sleepy I was the 2nd time, because you-know-who kept me so occupied.

ADDhole said...

The proof is in the pudding! I've never seen you post with so many typos! Now . . You could argue that women start out smarter than men so that after the birth of all of their children they are only slightly smarter . . . or you can muse on the fact researchers claim that intelligence quotient comes from the mother - I just didn't expect so much of it to be taken, instead of implied! 8^P

Trilyn said...

I hate to tell you it doesn't get any better as the months go on. The forgetfulness and lack of concentration just seem to multiply.

# Pieces Written

Scripts - 3

4 if you count re-writing Sleeping Beauty, Hillbilly-style, in High School

Novels- 1 + .1 + .7

Can I count my 14 or so mentally composted story ideas? No? Drat.

Short Stories - 2

I'll say two officially, so far (one of those still needs to be typed up)... I lost at least 2 of my old ones and I've wiped the slate clean.

Poems- 3...4? 42?

I won awards for 3. After that I lost count.