My pregnancy brain is in overdrive these days. To remember anything, I have to write everything down. It’s so bad, I’ll walk from my bedroom to the kitchen and forget why I went by the time I get there. Was I hungry? Thirsty? Did I feed the dogs? Oh yeah, needed to take my prenatal vitamins before I forgot. On a good day, it’ll take me two minutes to slog through the swamp of my mind to remember. On a bad day, it can take much longer.
Sticky notes are my key to survival. It’s the only way I make deadlines, appointments and succeed at accomplishing anything non-routine. For every day sort of things, like taking vitamins, I have to make it a habit. Sticky notes have a short shelf life for me. After a few days, my eyes glaze over the same note and by day seven it might as well not even be there.
Thankfully my mind has a couple of safety zones. When it comes to my son or plot details for a story my brain functions perfectly and I feel like my old self. I know my little boy’s schedule inside and out. I even have an internal alarm that goes off every time he needs to potty (we’re going through the dreaded training early, but he’s doing awesome). As far as writing, my characters are very much alive in my head. They kick, scream and cajole until I get something down on paper for the day.
Time is still an issue and will be for the next couple of years with my little girl due on Thanksgiving. I might forget to feed the dogs or take ten minutes to recall why I entered a room, but at least I know my son and fictional babies are safe from drowning in the swamp of my pregnancy brain.
Thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh for another month of IWSG (Insecure Writers Support Group).