I am a smart person. I was a straight A student all through school and university, and I've won more than a couple of academic awards in my day. I once had friends refuse to read the multiple choices on Trivial Pursuit cards when they were playing against me, claiming it would make the game more fair.
I say this not to humblebrag (although technically, I guess I'm just normal bragging). I say this to set the stage to illustrate just how freaking dumb I've become in the past couple of weeks. While I had always read about "pregnancy brain fog", I kind of never believed it was really a thing. I mean yeah, pregnancy changes your body in tumultuous ways, but your brain? Maybe after the baby comes and you're functioning on a huge sleep deficit, but surely just being pregnant couldn't have the same effect. Or could it?
Exhibit A: Last weekend while in Ottawa for one of my baby showers, I plugged the wrong address into Google Maps. Twice. For one friend, I had written down her address wrong and I had to call her only to have her open her front door at a house directly across the street. For the other, I put a totally made up address into my phone, resulting in several wrong turns and an inadvertent trip across the border into Quebec before we finally reached our destination.
Exhibit B: On the trip back to Toronto, we stopped at a highway rest stop to grab some food. I went to Tim Horton's and ordered two hot chocolates and a toasted bagel. I paid, took our hot chocolates, and left. Only about five minutes later, after I'd bought some gum at another store, did I realize that I was bagel-less and went back to retrieve it. Thankfully, this is Canada, and it was still there on the counter waiting for me.
Exhibit C: This morning M and I were about to enjoy our traditional Sunday morning waffles. Usually I make some kind of fruit topping to go with them, like hot cinnamon apples or fresh cut strawberries. This morning it was going to be a warm banana pecan topping, made of sliced bananas sauteed with a bit of butter, brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. I grabbed the nutmeg from my spice rack and shook a generous amount over the bananas as they bubbled in the pan...and realized my mistake as the scent of chili powder wafted up at me instead. Bananas, meet garbage. My husband came in and patted me on the head like an idiot child.
I rest my case.