A few days ago I noticed a pair of nail clippers on my work desk. How the heck did they get there? No idea. I chalked it up to my pregnancy brain and moved on with my life.
I didn't move the nail clippers though. That one isn't related to pregnancy. I'm just lazy.
Today I had a little break before I had to attend a meeting. A long enough break that I could get bored, but not so long that I could actually start doing something. That's when I noticed that my right big toenail was a little long and the left one was uneven.
Then I remembered that I have nail clippers at my desk! Maybe I knew that future me would need to clip her toenails but wouldn't have time to go get the clippers?
I think it was fate.