Pregnancy Brain

I've complained of pregnancy brain many times over the past few months, but I have never seen it's full effects quite like I saw them yesterday. Sunday mornings are always a little hectic, but yesterday was especially bad. Lucy had a hard time sleeping the night before, and came into our room far too many times. I didn't think much of it until Shawn woke me up to tell me that he was leaving for his meetings and I realized it was almost 7:30 and there was no way in all the glorious world that I was ready to roll out of bed right then. So Shawn set the alarm for 10 more minutes and left. Unfortunately the garage door woke Jack up, and I realized that my morning shower just got a whole lot more complicated.

So after a slow start, I got showered, got my make up done, and then took the kids down to get us some breakfast. As we were eating I realized I was really crunched on time, and to make matters worse, I had 3 loads of laundry on my love seat which I had neglected to fold last night (surprise!) The problem with this load of laundry is that somewhere in there were Jack's two little black socks which he needed for church, and I assumed his suit. After 10 minutes of digging through the pile, I realized my assumption was wrong. I have no idea what happened to his little suit, and I'm not ok with that because I love his suit. I'm sure it will turn up, but now after folding all the laundry, and searching every other logical location, I'm not sure where in the world it is hiding.

Anyway, by the time Shawn got home we were almost ready to walk out the door, and after a few hurried hair styles, we left. It wasn't until I sat down at church that I actually looked at what I was wearing. We were half way through the opening hymn when I about fell to the floor in embarrassment. I had dressed myself in a cream shirt with a soft pink undershirt (not bad), a black skirt, and brown shoes. I spent the next three hours horribly uncomfortable. It doesn't sound bad, but it was terrible. I looked like Lucy picked out my outfit (which she said she thought it was beautiful). I would include a picture of the atrocity, but I'm officially 28 weeks, and have now passed the point when pictures will be taken. Sorry everyone, there will be no pictures of me for the next 6 months, not until the swelling in my face goes down (which isn't noticeable yet, but it will be).