Please Don’t Tell me About my Baby Brain


There’s a little bedroom across the hall that’s filling with tiny, baby things. Pretty little dresses, fuzzy onesies, and sweet animal prints – clothes for a tiny girl who I’ll soon be sharing my days with. A bassinet and a swing for her to rest. Piles of books for us to share. All of the things that a little one will need.

Her presence is felt in our home, even though she’s not yet here; a presence that is well known to me from frequent kicks and rolls. She’ll be here in roughly 6 weeks… And naturally, I’m very excited! It’s all very natural – women have babies every day and prepare for them as needed.

But this post isn’t about my preparation, which will likely become a more pressing issue as time goes on, but rather about my brain.

My ‘baby brain’?

Ugh. Of all the phrases, this is one of my least favorites (up there with hubby and wifey – come on, we’re not playing an elaborate game of house!). Baby brain kills me for one simple reason:

It undermines everything pregnant women are trying to accomplish.

Here’s what I mean – my normal brain is constantly multitasking, but now I’ve got to factor in half a dozen other concepts that are somewhat related to my upcoming role-change. For example, when asked about a project at work, I now have to consider who will be taking that and whether I’ve prepared then sufficiently. I’m receiving information left and right about parenthood and healthcare, all the while just trying to breathe as a tiny human lays boots to my bladder.

It can be overwhelming – which may be due to the heightened levels of hormones pumping through my system – and I spend a lot more time in my head searching for the right answers. I just need a little extra time to consider all of the side questions that pop into my mind and find myself a bit more disorganised than usual!

I expect that this is how most mothers-to-be feel – they’re thinking and planning and shifting. We probably need a little extra time and can’t keep track of every little detail (like pin numbers or passwords), but that’s just normal.

Here’s my point: please don’t bring it up. And please don’t give it strength by calling it baby brain. It’s no big deal.

Let’s just not think about it. Because naming things always makes them seem like obstacles.


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