Remember that time I went to the grocery store with the Toddler in tow, which we all know is no small feat, and shopped for nearly an hour and a half only to get home and realize that I had left the $30 of meat I purchased on the bottom rung of the shopping cart that was now sitting in the grocery store parking lot?
Remember that time The Husband wouldn't agree to my most favorite baby name and I broke down in The Ugly Cry as I tried to talk some sense into him while sitting on the couch watching DVR'd episodes of NCIS?
And by "Ugly Cry" I mean "turned into a sobbing, whimpering, stuttering, sniffling heap of snot?"
Remember that time I put the brand new tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream away in the fridge and the brand new gallon of milk away in the dishware cabinet?
Remember that time I locked myself and The Toddler out of my parents house while dog-sitting for them as they frolicked the beaches of Sunny Puerto Rico and I had to pay a Creepy Russian Locksmith $185 to let me back into my house with what looked like a blood pressure cuff and two puffs of air? All kidding aside, that's literally all it took for that man to break me back into my house. Three and a half minutes and a bulb of air. Scary.
Remember that time I sat in my car while parked in my driveway and cried because I couldn't remember why I had just walked out of the house and where I was headed?
Oh, good. You don't remember?
Thanks to Pregnancy-Brain coupled with Mom-Brain, I don't remember either. Even though every single one of those events happened to occur within the last three weeks.