When I was pregnant, I did something really dumb. Sick of my backne, I brought Jeremy a sandpaper block and asked him to take it to my back. Being the sweet husband that he is, he obliged. Secretly he was probably hoping to hurt be due to all the hormonal mood swings. Anyhow, after he scraped me up, I started to panic because my back felt like it was going to have millions of scars all over it. So I asked Jeremy to lube me up with lotion. I spent the next half hour, in front of the fan, holding back the tears from the severity of the stinging. That's what is called pregnancy brain.
Now that I have a baby, I'm dumber. I've done a variety of mindless things, like put away refrigerated items in the microwave and put clothes on inside out. But a couple days ago I earned the Idiot of the Year award – I backed right out the garage and into my husband's Jeep. Now we're facing two insurance claims, two deductibles and I'm losing my 'good driver' status. This is what is called baby brain. My husband calls it carelessness, lack of using my mirrors, and a couple other choice phrases.