April 23, 2007 in Uncategorized
On saturday, at the vet (with 1 x german shepard bitch (highly pedigreed, hyperactive, seeing a shrink), 1 x german shepard male (previously fractured elbow, still seeing physio) and 1 x gutter special cat (he is in shape – round is a shape); 3 x vaccines and deworming), I met a woman who started chatting to me about pregnancy.
Her first child is now 14 and she is longing for another baby, who would be quite a laat-lamejie. It comes out that she loved being pregnant. She didn’t suffer morning sickness (unlike me, who projectile vomited on the male dog, it’s a wonder he isn’t the one seeing the shrink); didn’t suffer extreme tiredness (I fell asleep on the toilet at work. I was going to close my eyes for 5 minutes while sitting there. 45minutes later I woke up because my bum was numb and going into pins and needles); didn’t get stretch marks (she had the perfect little bump); didn’t infact suffer any pregnancy symptom whatsoever and had a 45 minute labour. And the part she loved most was the attention she got – people fussing over her, standing so that she could sit, touching her belly. She doesn’t remember the first year being hell. In fact, she got that glossy look when thinking about her perfect angel (who must never have screamed and cried and pooed and puked). And that got me thinking. I have found the reason for porridge brain.
My hypothesis goes as follows – Nature wants us to continue to reproduce. Pregnancy (and although I haven’t experienced it yet, I can imagine labour too) is hell. So nature starts playing with our memory banks and all other parts of our brain – like the part that controls logical thought or even dexterity of fingers (much clumsier than normal). So that after pregnancy and after the first year, we don’t actually remember what truly happened. And then we are “reprogrammed” by the media – happy, smiling, glowing women with the perfect 5 month bump modeling pregnancy clothes and featured on the front of glossy magazines (no head down toilet pics here), cute, smiling, gurgling babies (sans puke, poo or tears), wonderfully groomed new moms pushing strollers with the perfect babies (when exactly would a new mom have time to do her makeup and get her hair styled?). And we get that broody feeling back. And because nature played with our memory during pregnancy, we have forgetten all the bad parts and only remember the good parts (baby wiggling, husband kissing tummy, excuse for eating as much tom-yum goong as we want).
And suddenly we’re pregnant again and wondering where our brain has gone.
Unfortunately, I will only be able to test this hypothesis out if I decide that baby needs a sibling. Currently my reaction to doing this again is “touch me and you die”. But maybe Mother Nature has other plans.
In the meantime, it doesn’t help my 400 percale 100% white cotton duvet cover and sheets that somehow found their way into the washing machine with a deep red raw silk cushion cover. They’re now a charming patchy pink. Porridge brain 2, Kirsten 0.