Pregnancy Brain

Yesterday I hurried along my family and all of my appointments so that I could make it to see my favorite Persuasian.  I've so been looking forward to his squinty eyed smile all week!

We bust it up the elevator and into the office of Dr. Joeng.  

I never realized how receptionists at Dr. offices are more like bouncers.  I casually informed her that I Whiskey Tango had a appointment with the Joeng.  She checked her "List" and apparently I wasn't on it.   With a smile she turned me away like a loser at a night club.  Was it my clothes? Couldn't have been I dress fabulously, oh wait I wear maternity pants now it could have been the clothes.  I bet they turned me away because Fancy told them I had ashy skin and needed to tan...when did this turn into Jersey Shore.  I guess I need to get my fake bake on, ratted hair and wear no panties.  I think that's how Fancy got in.  

Actually the truth is that I didn't have a appointment with my little Joenger, not this week any ways.  My real appointment is next week but because I am pregnant my brain no longer works and I wonder from destination to destination aimlessly.