And already, I seem to be neglecting my blog. I have no excuse, but simply I am too tired to write and think in complete sentences, or heck, I don’t think I can even hold a complete thought.

About ten years ago, someone did a study that says motherhood improves learning and memory. Obviously, they did not study me. According to the study’s abstract (I am sorry, but I do not have time to read the entire study yet, if ever), the researchers say that motherhood causes female mammals to adapt. She has to sharpen her skills, and put on her thinking cap to remember and find where all the good water sources; food places; and nesting sites are so that she can access them quickly to help raise their little ones.

The study, done on rat mommies, found that there was hormonal-induced changes in the brain that may help the new moms learn and master new skills needed to raise their brood. The changes take place in the hippocampus, the place where long-term memories are stored in the brain, and may last almost throughout her life.

Perhaps, since I am not a rat, I do not think I am experiencing these changes. I definitely do not feel that my memory has improved, granted it was not great to begin with. Now where did I put her other shoe… and what was I talking about again… oh yes…

I can, however, see where I may be similar to a mom rat. I will definitely throw myself in front of a predator to protect my darling (apparently mom rats exhibit less fear when defending little ones), and I think my reflexes has improved a bit from trying to catch her from falling (though I do not think I will ever be good at catching crickets like the mom rats).

Either way, I know I have changed. My priorities have definitely changed. I think motherhood forces you to be unselfish. My life will never be entirely my own again, and that is fine with me.

My First Post

It has been a little more than a year ago when I had my precious little girl. I had all these plans of actually recording every single little event of her life. I have two baby memory books that are sitting virtually blank on my shelf right now – I think they are mocking me. I am pretty sure that one is still in its box, looking all pretty and new. I have always envied those people with their book full of information of when their first tooth came; when their first teeth showed up; when they first took an independent step… I wanted this for my little one. And then reality hit – sleep or fill out this book. I of course, chose sleep. Most days, I choose sleep above just about anything else…

Actually, I was even more ambitious, I was planning to keep a pregnancy journal for her, so that she can read about what I felt, about my dreams for her, and of course, to make her feel guilty when she got older. But I never got started on that either.

So, I decided to try this blog thing. I figure everyone and his or her cat has one. And better late than never I guess.

Maybe one day she will like to read about all the adventure that we had together before she is capable of forming conscious memories… or maybe one day she will make Me feel very guilty after reading that I accidentally let her fall off the bed – honestly, I just looked away for one second…

Well, if you are reading this… just remember, mommy loves you very much, and just wants you to be happy. But remember, at least for now, your happiness is directly correlated with mommy’s happiness…