For all you who think that the brain fog that comes with pregnancy is a farce, let me assure you that you are wrong.

Today I got to work and thought that I didn't have my cellphone. No big deal, but these little things make me neurotic lately. So I ran home and proceeded to tear about the house looking for the damn phone. Yes, I called it, but I had happened to turn it off. After pulling apart the bedroom for at least two hours, I tackled DH when he came through the front door with "Did you take my cell phone?"

Good for DH to recognize prego rage, yes there is that too, when he saw it. After assuring me that he didn't abscond my phone as some sick joke, I decided to call Verizon to see if anyone had made any calls today.

Yes, I admit it. I thought that maybe one of my little monsters at work swiped it and was gleefully making phone calls to China. This cute customer service guy (just because I'm married and knocked up doesn't mean I'm dead) assured me that no one had made any calls, but offered to suspend my service just in case. This pleased me very much, almost as much as when he said he would move up the date I can upgrade the phone if the phone was indeed stollen.

Well, he turned out to be a good luck charm. I took one last tour of the bedroom, dumped all the crap out of my purse, then proceeded to tear apart my tote bag, even thought I had checked these things at least ten times since I arrived home. Wouldn't you know that the phone was stuck in a side pocket?

So I had to call Verizon again. This time I got a female customer service rep (And no, I don't flirt with these...not my thing). She got a huge kick out of "Prego Brain" and said to wait until I got older. I don't think she was that much older than myself, but who knows? After another five minutes, my service was restored, even though the stupid suspend icon remains on the phone.

Yeesh....what a crazy night. Might as well chalk it up to the lunar eclipse.

LOL