I Want My Brain Back
In as much as I would like to someday get my body back, I'm finding that what I really want after this baby is born is my brain back. Please. Last night I had to ask Andrew to help me use the microwave. "It won't turn on! I think it's broken! Or I'm broken!" It turned out to be me, not the microwave. And this morning, I stood helplessly in the elevator for a while, waiting until someone else boarded with a keycard because I was certain I had lost my keycard and was therefore unable to use the elevator. When I got to my desk, the keycard was revealed to be...on my keychain, same as ever. By the time I deliver this baby I will be fully stupid.