but obviously I was wrong.
This whole having a baby inside of you
does weird things to your mind.
The other day James opens the cupboard,
only to find a cup full of water in there.
I supposedly served myself water
and proceeded to put the cup away.
I don't recall a thing.
I heard I woke up laughing one morning
and told James all about how he was dancing in my dream.
I told him that I'd show him later what he looked like.
I could swear to you this never happened.
I made myself notes to remember a friend's birthday,
looked at it on that day but the name and the date didn't click.
I'm a total work of art.