Ok, that does it. I'm on the wrong train for the third time this week, and late for my dad's birthday. Nothing more embarrassing for a New Yorker than not knowing your trains.

I've also almost burned down the house leaving the cooking on the stove, went to work with two umbrellas at once, gave DH a giant bruise because I dropped a cutting board on his foot, and called one of DS's buddies from day care the wrong name. Twice.

I miss having brains

Anyone else have silly pregnancy brain stories?