A pregnancy brain moment

I think it was last week sometime, I had fixed myself a mug of ice cream for dessert after putting Ally to bed.  Now, we all know that ice cream belongs in the freezer, right?  Well, not this particular night.  The next morning when I opened the fridge to get some orange juice, there was the carton of ice cream.  Apparently, in a moment of pregnancy-induced absentmindedness, I had put the ice cream in the fridge instead of the freezer.  Of course, it was completely melted.  Ultimately no harm was done, as I put it back in the freezer and that night, I once again had a mug of frozen, albeit slightly icy, ice cream.