Pregnancy does something to you. In addition, to the regular list of nausea, fatigued induced pleasantries.

There’s something that I’ve dubbed The Fog. Really I just like to put “the” in front of any word, capitalize the words and make it all feel much more official.

All joking aside, The Fog is no joke.

The other day, I spent a good 30 minutes trying to find the keys to the house before leaving to walk Murphy. Nevermind that the keys were in the damn door — left there! People. I have never in my life left my keys in the front door.

I can’t remember much. There is simply no mental capacity that I have. This includes even small, day to day tasks. I suddenly can’t think and can’t do a damn thing. I should never be unleashed in Kroger in such a state sans a list. God help me, I might end up there for an entire night.

I’m totally on board with the theory that brains shrink during pregnancy. Why wouldn’t they? Everything else in the body is taking a major hit, why wouldn’t our brain power?

Now I have a real legit reason if I’m not making sense on here. It’s that little live human I’m growing. A baby, People! Like a real one!

Have you been praying? If not, get on it, please. If yes, can you kick that up a level of importance … or seventeen? The Babe and I both thank you.