So far, all of my dreams about the baby have involved not knowing what to do with her. Last night, I dreamed that I couldn't find her. I ran all over the house and thought maybe I had left her at the grocery store, but it turned out I had left her in her car seat in the car all night. This is unlikely to happen, as I am pretty sure that Chris would notice and ask me where the baby was. However, now I am stuck with this dream image of a screaming, dehydrated, sweaty baby with hair plastered to her face sitting in her car seat where I had left her for, oh, say 12 hours or so.
Eight weeks, people. God help me, eight weeks.