...that the pregnancy brain has sunk in. I tried to go to work in my slippers last week, I'm constantly calling people back because I forgot to tell them something the first time around. I keep forgetting to buy key ingredients for dinner (which is why we are having pizza for dinner tonight rather than the chicken quesadillas I had planned... two fails on that end - no guacamole and the chicken wasn't defrosted). I'm managing to keep things together at work, but I think I need a personal assistant at home!
I've had two dreams lately that I have had two little girls - but oddly enough, at a much closer age range that Willow and #2 will be. In one dream, #2 was an exact mini-replica of Willow, pigtails and all, and in the other dream I had two girls with red hair - one curly, one straight. In both dreams, there was about 4 years between the two girls, not the 8.5 that there will be in real life. And I think it is funny that I am dreaming of another little girl, because I feel like I am having a boy - maybe it is just the familiar. Andrew and I will be finding out the baby's sex - even if for the sheer fact that I want to know whether the 8 year old baby clothes packed away in my basement are still serviceable or whether I need to get more stuff!