I've been screwing friends over left and right by not knowing what week is what and ruining plans. I'm totally confused on which week I have a photoshoot even though I know the date.
For some reason right now my brain can't process time. The good thing is I think it's the late Labor day that's fucking with me as this week is the one that has been forgotten and such.
Or it could be some sort of thing like Desmond from lost where he jumped through time. That would be awesome if somehow I can find out what the website I'm designing will look like, but it's unlikely that will happen.
Or maybe my brain is leaking brain cells. Maybe my years of not doing drugs and not binge drinking has caught up with me. My brain is doing a literal brain dump.
But then there is a thing called Pregnancy Dementia. Maybe it's that. Maybe since I haven't gained sympathy pounds or pains my body/mind thought this would be the way to go.
Any way, we have appointments coming up this week (It's the 20 wk...it's really the 18th week but there is that fuzzy math) so hopefully I don't miss that. It's 2 days away but honestly I can't remember at all. Then next week we find out what kind of kid we're having...I think it's a human. I hope by then this whole time/space thing gets solved.