How you know I'm crazy.

Well, lots of things.  Probably like that time I tried to do my own bikini wax.  Or when you know... everything else about me.

Well today at target after I had checked through all of the sectioned plates and thought about all of the things I'd probably forget and then bought G a placemat for V-day, I went through the clothes.  I mean, there are CLEARANCE racks for goodness sakes.  Then, because I'm crazy, and because my mom is obsessed with a deal and has passed this gene on to me, I purchased maternity jeans.  They were cheap.    I couldn't not.  Y'all.  I'm weak.

I'm not pregnant (mom, sister.)  I'm not planning on being preggo anytime soon.  Though clearly, it's on my mind.  I so thought i'd be ready when G turned 18 months.  but I'm not.  I will think I am and then I think G is so small.  I'll think OMG I'm running out of time I better dust my eggs of now!  I don't want to be 45 when my next kid is born.  Because the mom brain is crazy.  Or maybe just my own personal mom brain is crazy.  Anyone else get these crazies?  How is everything such a conflict?  Can I go from fun pregnancy to sleeping through the night phase?  Then I'm TOTALLY in.  Oh, and make me 10 lbs skinnier than I am now.  

That's G$ last year at this time.  When I still had a pack n play living in our room.  Because G had just started sleeping in his room.  And didn't sleep all night (for 8 more months.)

Anyway, I now have some additional elastic pants for my fictional pregnancy.