Do brain cells really grow back after childbirth?

My mom promises me they do, but I'm starting to worry.

The last two weeks, I've been up to my eyeballs with getting writing work done and recovering from RT. Recovering from RT always takes a bit of time, but the full week of RT while pregnant left me really tired. So I was antisocial the first week back and actually got some writing done--yay me! RT itself was great fun with lots of good gossip and mayhem, but since most of that got reported on other blogs I won't bother. They all did the conference better justice than I could. (See JC Wilder's blog and the SmartBitchesTrashyBooks blog for some good RT gossip.)

So I'm back, I'm rested, I got a lot of writing done. And now it's hitting me--I'm having a baby in two months and I have NOTHING done. Panic sets in. So much to do, so much to do!!

When I calm down, I realize there's time. But the panic is still lurking, waiting to rear its ugly head while I'm supposed to be doing healthy things like sleeping. Fortunately, some very dear friends are helping me out. A friend at work who had a baby last year even made me a list of all the things I needed to put in my registry (and this is how far behind I am--I didn't even start a registry until last week). All I can say is thank the Universe for friends who are both wiser and calmer than I am.

Not that I'm a particularly panicky mom. That's sort of the problem. I allow my laid back nature to reign for long periods of time. Then suddenly urgency smacks me in the face. But it's okay, I can go back to ignoring the urgency pretty quickly.

Especially since I seem to be seeping brain cells. Not that I could afford to loose that many, but baby seems to be taking what few I had. I was supposed to attend a brunch on Saturday with my RWA chapter where the lovely Hope Tarr was our guest speaker. I paid in advance for this brunch and everything. So Friday rolls around, and I'm thinking about what I'll do Sunday while my husband is off running a marathon (He ran a marathon! He did really well. I'm so proud of him.). The plan for Sunday was to tackle one of the projects that was sending me into panics, and then take myself up to DSW where I intended to treat myself to at least 1 pair of shoes--I had a couple of cash back coupons. Wohoo! With my Sunday plan in mind, I figured I'd spend Saturday with my hubby and take the day easy.

10:30pm that night I take Eddie for a walk. And it suddenly hits me. "Oh *&@#! I forgot about the brunch!" That's right. I didn't even remember that I'd forgotten until hours later.

This is to date the worst case of forgetfulness I've had. Although, to be fair, I have forgotten quite a bit over the last few months. But this one takes the cake.

Speaking of which, it's my birthday month so I'm having cupcakes--after I go to the doctor and get weighed in :) At least my brain cells are leaving room for cupcakes. Good remaining brains cells!