I feel like the fog is finally lifting. Sure the Pregnancy Brain is still there, but I finally know what freaking day it is.

Yeah, I woke up and thought it was Saturday.

It was Friday.

So I neglected to call into work to tell them I wasn't going to be there. When my boss called around 11 am, I was asleep in bed. My husband had to wake me up, at this point I realized that I had a chiropractor's appointment. I phoned my boss on the way to the appointment, certain I had called him the day before.

I had called on Wednesday.

For the record here, I've missed four days of work. I don't *quite* remember them as four full days.

This reminds me very, very much of my last injury. When I hurt my back I was off work for six weeks. I would literally float through a week and forget what day it was... I had to carry a day timer around with me and ask my mother to remind me of all of my appointments.

Part of the fog had to due with the fact that we brought M. to his dad's house a day early. Normally it's on Friday. We brought him on Thursday this week. A side effect of this is that I miss my son today. I want him with me today. I have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to see him now.

Oh, and the side effect that made me the most cranky? I was supposed to attend court today to fight a ticket for speeding in a zone that was improperlly marked. Because I complained after the ticket, the City put up the correct speed limit sign. I felt vindicated and also thought I might be able to use this as a bargain point in court.

Yeah.

I forgot.

Despite the fact that it's written on all of my calendars.

I can't wait to feel better. Couches, ice packs, and crappy daytime television sucks. Not to mention that I missed ALL of my writing deadlines. I haven't written a single word this week. (Well, other than this blog.. the other writing involves research and work)