Today I went down to Ranch Market — S’s favourite grocery store in Jakarta, on a special mission to pick up a fresh trout that S planned to steam up for a super yummy meal that she’s quite a talent at.
We’d talked the previous evening that she was feeling increasingly vague and forgetful, though I hadn’t noticed her being any more forgetful than normal 
So tonight, S comes home, works for an hour or so then throws herself on the lounge to get ready for the Oz-Italia game (which doesn’t start for another two hours) then leans over to me and says:
“So, what’s for dinner?”
I look at her blankly and then reply “Fish. The trout. Remember?”
“No.”
“Well you said you were going to make the trout thing — that’s whay I went to Ranch…”
“No I didn’t.”
“Ummm, yes you did actually — that’s why I bought a fish!”
“No I didn’t”
“Yes you did”
(repeat ad nauseum)
So I’ve now established that being pregnant really does make you forgetful.
We’re having tacos for dinner now and will have the trout tomorrow night…
If S remembers….
The brain never returns to former self…..Sorry.