As we near the halfway point of our pregnancy, something strange is afoot in our London flat. A new uneasy presence has moved in…an unexplainable creepiness that, frankly, is starting to freak me out. But while my wife genuinely believes we have a ghost living in our bathroom, I fear it may be something even more mystical in nature…the dreaded pregnancy brain.
Let me explain…
Over the past month, there have been two extremely odd incidents that, my pregnant wife assures me, are simply unexplainable through simple logic.
Pregnancy brain or a naughty ghost?
The first incident took place in the dead of night, when my better half was awoken at 3am by the echoing sound of rushing water. She jumped out of bed to investigate, following the creepy noise to the bathroom, where she was shocked to discover the cold tap on full blast, with the floor covered in a large pool of water.
Given that we never have occasion to use the cold tap at such force, only ever turning it to a mere trickle to brush our teeth, this was, without doubt, very odd.
She rushed back to the bedroom and shook me awake to tell me, without doubt, that we have a poltergeist living in our loo.
Unfortunately for her, at that time of night I’m literally dead to the world, so only managed a brief grunt before falling back into a deep slumber, leaving her wide eyed and terrified under the duvet until sunrise.
While to this day she maintains that a tap-loving ghost is to blame, I’m not convinced. Could pregnancy brain be clouding her judgement?
Perhaps a loose washer might be the culprit? Or (just throwing it out there), given the number of times she frequents the bathroom throughout the night (thanks to the baby squeezing on her bladder at any given opportunity), is there the slightest chance that she could have accidentally left the tap running herself, while half asleep?
We’ll never know….
Pregnancy brain or a greedy mouse?
The second incident occurred more recently when, after a long day at work, I clambered into bed. As I touched down on the cotton sheet, something alien made contact with my leg, making me immediately jump right back out again.
As I bent down to investigate my side of the bed, I discovered a small morsel of biscuit, surrounded by a veritable sandpit of crumbs.
Now, given the fact that I leave my pregnant wife two Rich Tea biscuits at her bedside every morning to help combat her killer morning sickness (which, I’m pleased to report, is now starting to subside), I immediately pointed the finger at her. How else do you explain stray biscuit remnants in the bed, right?
“It wasn’t me! I know for a fact as I remember eating them extra carefully this morning,” she pleaded.
I raised an accusatory eyebrow, clearly unconvinced…
“Seriously, I didn’t drop a single crumb!”
She paused and thought for a moment. “Maybe it was a mouse?” she proffered.
“So you actually think a mouse went into the kitchen cupboard, opened and closed the packet of biscuits, dragged one out of the kitchen, down the corridor and into our bedroom before climbing up into our bed, and deciding to chow down on said biscuit on my side of the bed?”, I said dubiously.
*Long pause, before I notice a light bulb suddenly alight in her head*
“Or maybe it was the ghost?!?”
I guess we’ll never know…
Just 22 weeks left to go!
So who do you think is to blame? Do we have a practical joker of a ghost, an over-adventurous mouse or a serious case of pregnancy brain?! Did you or your other half suffer from pregnancy brain before your baby’s arrival?
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