Preggo Brain Strikes Again!

Part of being pregnant is becoming semi-retarded. I've accepted this fact.

When I catch a joke before Sara does, or I remember something that Brian doesn't, they look at me like I just won a national award.

This morning, Brian left for work an hour early. I didn't realize this, nor did I think about him leaving early due to the 2" of snow that was on the ground. He always leaves about 10-15 minutes before I have to get out of bed, so I went about my routine.

I probably looked at the clock about 10 times, but it never registered to me that it was an hour earlier.

I got all of my stuff together and left the house and as I left I kept thinking, "Wow, it's dark out here for almost being 8 o'clock". Still...nothing.

I started to pull into our parking lot at work and wondered why the lights were all dark and very few people were there yet. When it finally registered- it was only 6:50 am. I have to be at work at 8.

I smacked my forehead and promptly drove home.

Definitely one of my shining moments in the retarded land of pregnancy.