Last night, I was lying in bed reading posts from a old blog I used to run and I realised, with sadness, that I’m just not as witty as I used to be. I can only assume it’s the combination of tiredness and post-pregnancy brain that’s responsible for this, but I really have to work hard to word my posts in a style that doesn’t seem tedious to read.

I remember reading about how the brain completely re-wires itself during pregnancy and the first year after giving birth. Well it’s been nearly fifteen months now since Sprogzilla came into the world, so supposedly this cleanup operation is over. But it seems that my quirky writing style got lost along the way. What a bitch.

What’s really annoying is that I’ll often come up with something I want to say in a blog post – usually when I’m as far away from a computer as possible – but by the time I get to writing it down, it’s long gone. It even happens when I’m in the process of writing and have a great idea for the next paragraph! I seem to have lost all ability to retain my thoughts for more than three seconds. Which, incidentally, is the alleged memory capacity of a goldfish.

Years ago I was on a rather nasty antidepressant called Seroxat (more famously known as Paxil to my American cousins) and I found I was unable to concentrate for long periods of time. Despite being off the drug for more than six years now, I still find it hard to focus on things and my once stellar ability to multi-task is but a distant memory.

So can I put it all down to screwed up brain chemistry? Or am I really just getting old? So much for going to university one day, I won’t have the mental capacity to learn anything new! Not that I’ll ever be able to afford it anyway, thank you coalition government……