I am sorry, but I cannot be forgetful. I am packing a house and moving four of us halfway across the United States. Really? Ugh! I feel as if I am keeping on top of things, but lets not get too ahead of ourselves. I am terrified I am going to forget something really important. Here's an example: I flew to Chicago last week, right? Yes. Well, I forgot while traveling on any pass you have to dress professionally. The only thing on my mind lately is comfort b/c I'm typically in an uncomfortable state. SO, I figured for a 3 hour flight I needed to make sure I was wearing comfy clothes. WRONG. Not only did I pack leggings, my boots, and a sweatshirt, but leggings are NEVER accepted in their dress code. Sweet. Mind you, I remembered this at 3 am on Thursday (the day I was flying out). I packed a sweater and borrowed my mother-in-law's black pants. Way to go prego! Nice thing is that they didn't hackle me at the airport and I flew first class no problem. I doubt any of them knew I was in sheer panic- tears falling, shaking, mad at myself...the whole bit...just hours before take off.
So, I have forgotten things lately. They've just been things I've been able to deal with. Let's hope we have no catastrophes within the next 4 weeks or so. Let me get packed, get to Chicago, unpacked, and at least partially settled.
[Side note: the TSA guy at the airport that early Thursday morning looked straight at my belly and said, "What is in there?" And my response was, "A baby." I think that completely threw him off guard b/c that is obviously not what he was referring to, but I had no clue what he meant. I am guessing the thought my sweater was bunched weird or that maybe my sweater should have been taken off as a coat, but nonetheless it was surly funny! He couldn't spit out his next sentence and asked me to collect my things from the x-ray machine. Good pregnancy moment, no doubt!]
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