I have come to accept that until I finally come face to face with this energetic life kicking around inside my belly, I am just going to be confused. The pregnancy ditz-state has rocked this mama to the core this time around, I’d offer examples, but of course I can’t remember any. Perhaps I can rope Sean into guest posting for your reading pleasure, until then, bare with me. I checked my inbox this evening during a What Not to Wear commercial break. I had not one, but two meme tags. Not that big a deal, say some of you, but when the tags come from an “Angie” and an “Anglea” and you’re me? It’s a big deal. I must have clicked back and…