Last night my sister was in a town about an hour and half from ours for a training seminar. She didn't really know anybody there to hang out with and I figured she was getting bored, so I decided to go meet her for dinner and shoe shopping once she got out of classes. All this was fine, fun, whatevs. Just background.
The story part of this story is that while driving home from said town, a drive I have made probably a bazillion times since my childhood, I somehow managed to forget which direction I needed to be heading. Like, whether I needed to go east or west on the highway. Fortunately I headed off that disaster by simply calling Jim and asking casual-like, "Home is, uh, east of here, right?"
Then I had to stop twice, on (what should have been) a less than two hour drive, to pee. And I mean I HAD to stop. I was practically unzipping my pants on the way in the gas station door.
And uh, then I somehow missed my exit home- again, the exit I have used probably A HUNDRED TIMES, and got about fifteen minutes further down the highway before I realized it. I was so confused and tired at that point I just called Jim, and he helped me get to another state route that intersected with the highway, rather than going all the way back to the original exit I had missed.
The point? I should never drive anywhere by myself, apparently. And also, pregnancy brain is a real thing and it is no laughing matter. I am only three and a half months along and I swear, half the time I already feel partially lobotomized.