When I’m pregnant I stockpile things. Not useful things, but stupid things. I’ll just get it in my head that we need something and every time I am in a grocery store I’ll buy that item. We are STILL using the sandwich sized ziplocs that I accumulated when I was pregnant with Amy. I noticed this morning that we have 20 pounds of sugar in the cabinet. Lucky for me, Doug finds this funny. He is also amused that I am constantly dropping things (clean-up on aisle 8). He is less amused when I wake him up in the night because I’ve had a bad dream and not the least entertained by my tendency to have fender benders while pregnant.