A jumble

This post is just a jumble of random thoughts. To make up for it, I've added linky goodness. For example:

"I don't care about the crosswords, man!! Just the jumbles, the jumbles!"
- Strong Bad

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Hosanna wants to sleep a lot more now. Today she was ready for bed by 9:00 p.m. We're usually awake until 11 or 12, so this is quite unusual. Also, I think she pees about a hundred times a day now. You've never really appreciated your bladder control until you see someone have to get up and go to the bathroom six or seven times in the half hour she's lying in bed before going to sleep.

Last night I had a dream that a disembodied voice of authority was telling me everything that I need to do. In the dream it was all so clear and made so much sense. I just kept thinking to myself, "of course, of course!" Then I woke up and couldn't remember a single thing the voice said. This made me grumpy. I can't even remember what the topic was. All I know is that I had all the answers and lost them.

One of Hoanna's students gave her a picture frame that says "love at first sight" on it. We put one of the ultrasound pictures in it. So now we have our first baby picture up on the mantle.

Things I've thought about lately that have made me go "whoa" (not like Neo - maybe more like Jeff Spicoli):

1) Our house is soon to be drowning in baby photos.

2) I'm going to have a son or a daughter. (This is the latest in the line of "whoa" thoughts like "I'm going to have a baby!" or "I'm going to be a father!" or "Hosanna is going to be a mother!" It's where you hear a word you have uttered fifty thousand times in your life and all of a sudden it takes on a completely new meaning.)

3) I was at the art center where Hosanna works, watching oodles of parents play with katrillions of kids, and all of a sudden I flashed forward to being with my son or daughter (see #2) five to ten years from now, helping them get face painted, or oohing/aahing over the latest piece of art they made.

That's all I can think of now, but I know there are more. They are probably hiding out in some darkened section of my brain with the lost dream answers.

Last thought: For a while now I've felt utterly incapable of focusing on anything at work. On more than one occasion since I found out we are having a baby, I've gotten to the end of a work week with absolutely no recollection of what work I did for the past five days. It's a weird feeling.