And That's What You Call Pregnant Brain

One of the strangest phenomenons of being pregnant is the vague feeling I am losing my mind. Yesterday I walked to the train by my house and as I passed through our driveway I made a quick inspection of the parking lot to see which car Joe decided to drive that day (especially important since it snowed about six inches--AGAIN--last night). I didn't notice our Freelander in the parking lot, so I assumed Joe chose to drive that car for it's four-wheel-drive capabilities.

When Joe picked me up at the train station, I was surprised to see him driving our other car.

"Honey, did you put the Freelander in the garage this morning?" I asked.

"No. It's in the parking lot."

"Ummm...I hate to tell you this, but it wasn't there just now. I think it's been stolen."

After some back-and-forth exchanges about who was pulling whose leg, Joe realized I was serious and called our neighbor to find out if our car had, indeed, been stolen. Ten minutes later the phone rang and Matt assured us that our car was parked safely in the lot. I heard Joe laugh.

"And that, Matt, is what you call pregnant brain."