Really????

This story was too good not to post. Here is a run down of what just happened in my office (to really understand this, you neede to know that I have stopped wearing my wedding band because it's pretty snug and I don't like the idea of having it cut off.My three stone anniversary ring is usually worn on my right hand, but that's getting snug too, so it has been relocated to my left hand with my engangement ring.):

• I realize I only have one ring on my left hand. My engangement ring.
• My heart starts to race because I just KNOW I put two rings on my left hand this morning.
• I turn my office upsidedown looking for the missing ring.
• I ask Sherry to come look and see if she can find it. Perhaps I'm just overlooking it because I'm freaking out.
• Sherry turns my office upsidedown (including going through my trash...she's such a good friend :-)).
• NO RING.
• Sherry looks by the begals we had in our office today just in case I left it there.
• NO RING!
• We decide maybe I didn't put both of them on today, so I try to calm down.
• I backtrack to the bathroom scanning the floor then search the counter in the bathroom just in case.
• NO RING!
• I mention said missing ring to a couple other co-workers who are very concerned (one of whom prays I will find it).
• I sit back down to work and tell myself if I don't calm down by lunch perhaps I'll drive home at lunch and see if it's there.
• Then I start to type and realize there is one place I didn't look: MY OTHER HAND!!!!!!!

Yep. You guessed it. I caused a mild panic in my office and nearly gave myself a heartattack because I lost my ring on my other hand. I have officially lost my mind and should not be allowed to go out without supervision. I'm a dangerous person.

Darn pregnant brain!!!

Mandy (I think...though sometimes I do good to remember my name too.)