The other night I went to Babies “R” Us to pick out a baby shower gift for my friend who is having her first child. I was looking forward to the trip since it’s always fun to find a gift that you hope will get the biggest “ahhh!” at party. What I found is… I’ve sure forgotten about a lot!
As soon as you walk into BRU you’re bombarded with baby gizmos and gadgets galore. I found myself looking at items and thinking they seemed familiar, possibly something that I had coveted once before, but no longer have in my possession. What that’s for? Did I ever use one of these?
Then there were the pregnant ladies, looking very intense as they carefully scanned bar-codes with their registry zappers. I witnessed one expecting mama go off on a store employee. Something about a stroller she wanted to exchange. I stood there gawking for a moment. Then quickly walked away before she’d rip out my eyeballs. Wow, I thought… Did I ever act like that?
I know I’ve been there, done that. But, a lot of it I don’t recall. Maybe I’ve suppressed those memories way down deep. With kids ages 4 and 6, my thoughts are elsewhere.
Sometimes I’ll feel like the odd man out if I’m with pregnant women or women with babies. Conversations will turn to labor stories, feeding tactics, or dirty diapers. They’ll ask me about my experiences and I’ll blank out. I don’t remember how much son weighed when he was born. I can’t remember when daughter switched to solid foods. I’m an idiot.
Do you suffer from mommy amnesia at all?