Is this pregnancy brain?

My MIL called recently, worried that silence on the blog meant something was wrong. But don't fret. I'm still here, just quieter for a stretch there.

A friend of mine went through a significant life crisis last week and said drama took my attention. She crashed in our basement for a while and needed a shoulder to cry on. Multiple shoulders later, I didn't feel like being witty about the joys of pregnancy. My complaints and misadventures were nothing compared to what life dealt others.

On Friday, as the fog lifted, I reconnected with my preggy fun. Two hours into a 3 hour chat with some consultants, I had trouble understanding what one of the dudes was saying. I focused hard, understood all the words, and didn't have a clue as to whether his sentences conveyed anything meaningful.

My colleague nodded a lot and seemed very excited about what she heard. Was she sifting these random phrases into something intelligent and useful? Or was she just hopping that enthusiastic response would get them out of her office quickly?

If she really thought they were onto something, I think I just experienced my first case of "pregnancy brain". When talking to consultants, however, one can never be sure.