Maternity Jeans and Pregmentia.

So those maternity jeans I "ordered" three weeks ago? I don't exactly know how to say this, but... I never did.

I remember it exactly-- I was sitting at work. One of my co-workers had just walked back into the room and I announced that I had broken down and ordered two pairs of maternity jeans. She laughed and asked, "What took you so long?"

I called Jason after work to tell him. I told my mom. I consulted BabyCenter for opinions on my retailer of choice. And then I waited. And waited. And three weeks later, when they never arrived, I started doubting my memory. Maybe it had never even happened. Maybe it was all an illusion, my way-too-tightly-compressed belly finding a way to infiltrate my mind.

I called Gap yesterday. They have no record of my order. I have an online account with them, and the last time I placed an order was in May.

It never happened. Pregmentia strikes again. (I re-ordered them an hour after my wake-up call, and this time I wrote down the order number and stuck it to my fridge.)

Now my mid-section has to wait another two weeks for some relief. Sorry, belly.