Anyone who has read about pregnancy will have heard of the phenomenon that is ‘baby brain’. It’s a condition that apparently leads the radiant mother-to-be to make some pretty spectacular errors in thought or action, such as:
- Standing in front of the glass cupboard for a good five minutes, at a total loss as to why you’re there.
- Spotting bicycle storage units next to the bus station and asking why the hell they’d build such small toilets.
- Lackadaisically stroking a cat that has been sat on your knee for a good five minutes before realising that the cat was shut in the back room last time you checked.
Growing a parasite in the womb apparently saps spatial memory and during the time Splodge is draining the life out of its host, more priceless moments await you – the girl’s are now logged as e.g. ‘Baby Brain 314: Being unable to work out why your head is so hot. Half an hour later, you scratch your head and find that you are wearing a beanie’.
Taking the piss is (as I see it) a prerogative in return for the raging hormones that can lead to being yelled at for breathing too loudly, chewing excessively, and occasionally just being alive and in the same room. See, I’m taking the piss now but I’ll pay for it later…but not before I launch the roflcopter!