A couple of weeks ago, the day after I got my BFP, I came into the living room and sat down on the couch. I remembered that I had left the book I was reading on that couch. I looked on either side of me. No book. Didn't feel like I was sitting on it. Turned to look at the back of the couch. No book. Went to stand up so I could look on the chair behind the couch. When I went to push myself up, I realized I was holding the book in my hand.
But wait...it gets worse!
I had been *reading* the book while wondering where it was. I would read a paragraph, then start trying to figure out where that stupid book could be. I would decide, no, forget it for now, and I'd go back to reading. This repeated several times until I just couldn't stand not knowing where the book was anymore.
I swear, it's a good thing this baby's attached to me!