The first three months after having Gabriel, I walked around the city like a zombie, staggering after a stroller. Out of my mind with lack of sleep. I cannot stress how ridiculous it is that women in the US have to go back to work after 3 weeks. Zombies are not a good addition to the workplace!
Three months later, and I was meeting up with other moms, breastfeeding in the park and talking about organic food and french immersion. That was ok! I knew it was just a matter of time before I got my brain back. Right? RIght?
Two years later, and I am convinced. The baby ate my brain. I used to be sharper. I could sit through news programs and not weep. I read section A of the paper before Style and Entertainment.
I finally understand the crazy mom thing. Motherhood makes your brain/heart balance all skewed heartwards and I blame the missing part of my brain! I asked G. for it, but he just looks at me with indignation and says "No! Mine!".
