Lost Keys

So I'm bowing to the request of my husband in writing the second half of the story about my missing keys.  A week after replacing them I found that slippery little keychain.  I saw one of my sandals running into the bottom of the bed skirt on Eric's side and went to retrieve it.  When I picked it up I saw a pair of jeans peeking out from under the bed.  As I bent down to them up I noticed a maternity panel.  I was surprised mine had made it there, but didn't think too much about it.  What surprised me even more was when the jeans jingled.  There was a disbelieving, "noooooo...." that escaped my lips.  I didn't remember getting the keys back from Ellie and I didn't remember changing clothes after the expo before Eric asked for them, but I guess that's what happened.  At least now we each have our own car key and a spare.  True pregnant brain.