If I Only Had a Brain

Pregnancy brain?  It's a real thing. 

Last night I left my driver's license at a car dealership (no, we're not talking about why I was at a car dealership right now).  I'm not the kind of woman who loses driver's licenses and credit cards.  Keys, yes.  Important pieces of identification, no.

Now I get to spend my lunch break fighting traffic to get the damn thing back.

Then this morning I got in the shower and couldn't remember what I was doing.  In my defense, I was a little distracted.  I got in and started scrubbing bathtub crayon off the walls.  Bathtub crayon is a pain in the ass to get off, so it was kind of an involved process. 

By the time I was finally done removing Silas' masterpiece, I had to have an internal conversation that went like this: Where am I, and what the hell am I supposed to be doing?  I looked around for clues.  Oh, right, shampoo.  This is the shower.  Just bathe and get out before you drown, Michelle.

If all that didn't make me feel dumb enough, arriving at work to look down and see flip flops on my feet certainly sealed the deal.  Not "dressy" flip flops that you could make a case for wearing to the office.  These flip flops:

They're really comfortable, but now I have to hide in my office all day because flip flops are not exactly dress code appropriate footwear.  I put them on to take my dogs out and never once thought to change into work shoes after that.  One day soon, I'll probably show up barefoot.  Hope my tetanus shot is current.

Other than losing my mind, pregnancy doesn't seem to be doing much else besides giving me never ending heartburn and making me fat(ter).

Four Month Baby Belly

I've gained a total of eight pounds.  I'm not sure how many pounds I'm supposed to have gained at this point.  Eight seems like a lot.  But with Anabel and Silas, I gained 42 pounds each time.  I guess I can consider anything less than that a victory.