apparent pregnancy brain

Tonight, we Karen began putting together our kitchen cabinets.  There's hammering and other tool usage, and midway through she asked me to grab her some Advil from the bathroom.  I remember grabbing them, I stopped at the fridge to fill a water glass, took a drink of water from it, changed the pregnancy count on the fridge, and then realized I had no idea where I'd put the Advil.  Pockets were checked, every surface in our rapidly running-out-of-surfaces-kitchen was checked, but to no avail.  I did, however, find a tiny piece of metal on the floor that only microscopes could likely find.  So, at least I have some skills...

We still can't figure it out.  I had to admit that I may have switched on auto-pilot, and taken them, and immediately forgotten.  Of course, I freaked out -- Advil is not advised for use by pregnant women -- and figured I should induce vomiting in an attempt to save my unborn child.  When that didn't work, I asked my midwife friend if I should worry, checked the internet to make myself even more worried, and I resigned myself to the fact that I may have taken them and I may have lost them, and that things would likely be fine.  Either way, I am officially no longer responsible for anything at all.  Just in case...