Yesterday, the cash register person at McDonald's literally leaned across the counter and gleefully grabbed my pregnant belly with both hands, feeling me up in front of lots of people. 

I don't mind when my friends do it, but I really didn't appreciate being fondled by a complete stranger.  Even though I knew she meant no harm, it shocked and upset me.  I didn't admonish her, but just got my food and left quickly.

What is wrong with people?  You wouldn't grab the stomach of a non-pregnant stranger, so why does a pregnant one seem to radiate "permission to feel"???

At least ask first!!

This guy is so fired.

I was driving up Business 71 earlier, and thought to myself, "What IS all that shit in the road?"

I swerved around several items before realizing it was....... bread?? Yes. Packaged loaves of bread. And buns. And rolls. And plastic trays!!

I caught up to the Wonderbread delivery driver at the top of the hill. He had forgotten to shut the back of his truck. Bread was continuing to slide and tumble out into the street as I rolled my window down. I frantically waved at him and laid on my horn. The driver squinted down at me, then apparently deciding that I was harassing him, ignored me altogether.

He made a right onto North Street and the remainder of the contents of his truck flew into the middle of the intersection, almost causing an accident.

I was laughing so hard I didn't even try to follow him

I know I'm not the only woman who has ever suffered from "preggie brain"... but I do feel like the only one who has made the same idiotic mistake twice in the same week.  I'm blaming the fact that I'm carrying twins for my double stupidity.

Last weekend I made what was supposed to be a delicious blueberry pie; I forgot to put the cornstarch in it, and it emerged from the oven a gooey, dribbling mess.  I angrily threw it out, but later laughed about it for forgetting such an important part of the recipe.

Let me add that I'm not a novice cook.  I chalked up the mistake to simply being pregnant and spacy.

This evening I made two pumpkin pies in honor of the coming Halloween holiday.  My family waited impatiently to eat them as the delicious smells filled the house and made everyone drool.

An hour and fifteen minutes later I pulled out two beautifully browned pies.  I served them up with fresh whipped cream, only to discover........ I had forgotten to add the sugar to the pie batter. 

They tasted awful, of course, and were horrifically runny and unsalvageable.

My husband found me sobbing hysterically, a mess of tears.  How could I forget such a simple ingredient????  AGAIN?????????  I had let everyone down.  They were all waiting for pie and I had ruined it.... AGAIN.

Nick looked like he was having trouble keeping a straight face as he dried my tears, blew my snuffling nose, kissed me and said he would run out to the grocery store and buy us a pie.

I love him so much, I think I would just die without him!!

(He'll be back in a few minutes with the store bought pie...)

I woke up this morning thinking it was Friday.  It's actually Thursday.  That was when my day started to go wrong.

I'll spare you everything else that happened........

But anyway..... here I am this evening, no one to talk to and nothing to do, feeling exhausted and unappreciated.

Maybe I should just go to bed.