I’m going to get my shopping fix tonight. I need to get a few things for the house. Just simple things. I need an ironing board cover, a few bottles of carpet cleaner, a vacuum cleaner belt and probably some other things that I can’t remember and that I should write down because I’ll forget when I get there. No one ever told me about pregnancy brain. No one told me a lot about pregnancy. Am I pregnant? No. But see, what they don’t tell you is the effects of pregnancy last well after you’ve birthed and sent that baby off to college. I used to be quick. I used to be able to remember any and everything that I was ever told…that I ever saw…that I ever heard. Now, I fumble to remember my children’s names. It started around the 3rd month of pregnancy with my first daughter, and still lingers today. Yesterday I tried to call my mother at work, a number that I’ve dialed kajillions of times, but I just couldn’t get it right. And no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn’t come to me. This should not happen. I’m 27, not 77. Is it Alheimers Disease? Nope. Is it the effects of drugs? Nope. Did I hit my head? Nope. I’m a mom.