Today I forgot my son's birthday. We went to a friend's home for a brunch and after exclamations of how cute and chubby Jeremy is I got the question and answered a day off. After a few moments of conversation I learned my error. As someone who was once very good with dates and times I was horrified to incorrectly recite my own son's birthday. I will attribute this fall to pregnancy and parenthood. It was good to hear a fellow mom change her daughter's birthday to still be the day before Jeremy's new date.