Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Reedin n Ritin n Memberin

I was a student when I got pregnant and had to 'drop out'. The parents of the other students at the school thought I was a bad influence. My loose promiscuous behaviour. Getting knocked up mid term. They petitioned the school that I should leave before I started to 'show'.

Its all a lie but I love the controversy of it all......I was a student and I did drop out after two terms of hugeness. There was no point in me staying for the next term because the babes were due right in the middle of it. The program that I was in is VERY intense, jamming a degree into a fast track program. The difficulty of it was intensified by the sheer exhaustion of being pregnant with twins. I did manage keep 3.8 GPA but it took everything out of me. At the end of that second term, my busyness came to a grinding halt and it was strange to suddenly have too much time on my hands. This is something that I am not very good at so I took on projects that any other pregnant lady would have scoffed at. I painted my kitchen...yes 7 and a 1/2 months along and I am up on a step stool that could barely support my weight, painting my cabinets. I just knew that if it didn't get done now it was never going to get done. I also rearranged all the furniture on the second floor. We did have to find room for two cribs so this wasn't just pedantic craziness. And I washed every window in the house, inside and out. It was work that needed to be done and couldn't wait till my husband got home from work......

I also felt that I needed to read.....EVERYTHING. Maybe it was left over school busy feelings but I had to read everything I could get my hands on. I read the newspaper everyday and if you wanted to know anything about current events I was the one to ask. I also reread the entire Harry Potter series. Some of this was in anticipation of the seventh and final book coming out but mostly it was because I knew I wasn't going to have the opportunity to do again for a long time. Yes I suppose that I will read the books to the kids for bed time but that's not what I was doing. This was lying in bed, cold drink on the beside, dozing off if needed reading. Or lounging in the tub till the water got cold reading. When do people have the luxury of this kind of reading??

The point of all of this is that I haven't made it through a book in 9 month 1 week and 4 days. I have barely made it through a chapter. I have no idea what is going on in the world and in fact was told about a horrible event that happen in my own city by my mother who was in North Carolina at the time. This idle brain syndrome mixed with a survival on an amazingly little amount of sleep has made me stupid!!! The other day I was asked for my home phone number. I started to recite it and after getting through the area code I was completely stumped. I just stood there with a blank look on my face. The receptionist that needed it stared at me and after a minute asked if I was ok. I tried to make a joke of it that she would laugh at too but I was too worried about my own sanity to make it very funny. Then I remembered!!! My husband will know our phone number!! So I searched for my mobile....but I didn't have it and I wasn't about to ask the receptionist if I could use her phone to call him. And I couldn't recall his number either!!!! Finally after what felt like an hour of me standing there, she asked if any of my contact info had change but this time she spoke to me like I was mentally handicapped. She spoke slowly and enunciated carefully. No nothing has changed. Even as I wirte this I remember the whole event like it was yesterday......maybe it was yesterday! But I can't remember where I was.....a doctors office I think... I feel crazy for this but on the other hand, I am just too tired to really care!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My son will be 2 in November and I just started being able to read books again. But, I have to sacrifice time before bed to enjoy it. I forgot how much I liked reading, and I too spent my time awaiting the babe, reading and lounging in the tub. Oh the days!
When my son was born, I forgot everything! How old I was, the date, my own birthday and definitely remember forgetting my phone number. But I could tell you the last time the baby ate/pooped/slept etc.
It does get better, eventually.