I swear, if you are near as much fun driving your mother crazy when you get here like you do now, we are going to have a ball. On Friday, she forgot how to read a calendar and how to count. I'm getting e-mails from her co-workers to have me remind her of things since she can't remember anything at work. I swear she gets half of every conversations. The other day she looked for her keys for 10 minutes and they were in her hand the whole time (I've actually done that before). Then this morning she was trying on different pants to determine which she could fit in. She's had 2 girls at work give her a lot (I mean a ton) of maternity clothes, but the vast majority she can't fit in yet. So she tries on some pants turns around and asks me, "Does it look like I'm wearing a diaper." I swear she's lost her mind. She thinks she looks puffy and awful but the reality is she's never been more beautiful. She just can't see it. After the heartbeat incident this past weekend, I'm starting to think of you as a little Calvin. If you come out with a stuffed Tiger, I'll know for sure we're in trouble.