My office has smelled like cupcakes for the past two days. Just thought you would like to know.
I have always been a little confused by the reserved parking spots for pregnant women that you see at some stores. I'm pregnant, yes, but my legs aren't broken. While I have availed myself of these parking spots on one or two occasions when it was, you know, raining, for the most part I avoid them and always thought the signs should really say that they were reserved for lazy pregnant women. However, I have changed my tune. I figured out the true purpose of these reserved spots. It isn't that us pregnant gals can't walk the few extra feet to our cars, it's that we can't remember where we parked. Having our cars right up front is our only hope if we want to avoid wandering around the parking lot for 20 minutes desperately racking our brains and coming up entirely blank.
Not that this has happened to me or anything, certainly not yesterday at work. And I definitely did not have to have a coworker drive me around the parking garage until we found my car. Nope, that would just be silly.