I try not to complain about pregnancy. Because no matter the discomfort now, I know that the end result is way more than worth it. And who wants to be around a complainer anyway? Plus I am so blessed with this miracle, and many others would love to be in my big, lumbering, emotional position.
But I just have to say…I am tired of this pregnancy brain business. I don’t really know if pregnancy brain is a real “thing” or not. But it sure seems like it. I had the last straw today when I discovered that somehow I had misplaced both sets of instructions from the vet for my cats. I took Olive in on Monday, and Hermione in today (Wednesday). Both days I put the instructions from the vet safely in my purse at the vet’s office before I left the counter. Both days I went directly to the car, buckled Elias and the cat in, and went directly home. Both days later in the evening I was trying to tell Nathan how it went only to find that the instructions were nowhere to be found.
What is happening to me? All I can say is:
Please come back soon.
Update: Guess what came to me in the mail? Apparently Olive’s vet papers never left the vet office. I still heartily insist that I did put them in my purse. I guess they fell out of my purse as I gathered everything to go out to the car. Mystery number 1 solved. Now for Hermione’s…..