Our poor child

It should not be a reflection of how much Brandon and I love our unborn child....but we completely forgot about going to visit our top choice for day cares today. We had an appointment at 9am and neither of us realized until nearly 11:30.
Brandon's words (and worry) "Our poor child".

Thankfully the lady at the daycare assured him that it happens a lot more often than one might think. Whew! I wonder how often parents actually forget their CHILDREN at daycare? Let's hope she has reassuring words for that, too! The visit is rescheduled for tomorrow morning, if we remember.

This picture below brings two major emotions to my mind.
1. Being a parent should be hilarious.
2. There is a part of me that is terrified to have a girl.