Where does the time go?

What fills up a day? Something I used to wander before having Turner. I have been a busy body, I am sure, since birth. Now I spend day after day with my son and have no idea where the hours go.
I know we get up every morning and share a huge bowl of oatmeal. Turner watches the news with me, because he knows I'll switch it to Curious George after we've eaten. Most days of the week I get both of us dressed and we head to the gym. We check in and I work out and he plays for an hour and a half. OK, so that takes the day to about ten am, what next? I don't recall. We meet up with friends, we play, we paint, we color, we share doing the chores, none of which is all that memorable but is all the while fulfilling.
When I started Turner on a sleep schedule when he was about eight months old I dreaded nap time. I went from having him on me or by me for eight straight months to having him in another room for and hour at a time. I thought it was the longest hour I had ever spent. Now I look forward to nap time. A couple hours to listen to the quiet. Read, do chores, email, what ever the case may be. I think of nap time now as my last calm before the storm. I know once Tate arrives she'll be happy to have a little one on one time while Turner recharges his batteries.
I worry about splitting myself for two children whose needs will be so completely different. Turner was my first, I indulged myself with him. I could spend hours looking at him, trying to make him smile. With Tate it will be different. No lounging while nursing. More than likely all her meals will be on the go. Turner will have to adjust to sharing mom and vise versa. I always wanted to learn how to juggle, guess I am about to get a good lesson.
The term "working mother" is stupid, all mothers work. But I am in awe of the mom's who work outside the home. How do they get all of the stuff done for the kids, hubby, and house work too while working? I feel like I am slipping and need and extra day in the week now. Do their husbands contribute to chores more? I have no idea. On days when I have answered "What's that?" seventeen thousand times I think getting to go to work and talk to grownups sounds really nice. I don't think I could take not seeing Turner all day. Now if Brad takes him to spend some guy time for an hour I have to interrogate him when they return. Did Turner pee, poop, eat, why is he rubbing his eye etc.
Will my brain be able to hold and compute a whole extra human being's bowl habits? Don't laugh. Anyone who has had a newborn knows you have to keep up with the wet and dirties to see if they're eating enough. I still have to have an idea of when it's time for Turner to go too. He's potty trained, but has to be reminded to take a break and go potty.
Mine and Brad's life together seems to follow this pattern: Major life changes will be accompanied by moving to another state. We married, then moved to Phoenix. We lived in and liked Phoenix then moved to Utah, where we found out on our first morning here that we were expecting our first child. Now the second baby is on her way and we are due to move at any minute. Nothing like a birth to add to the excitement of relocation.
Before my quiet time is up I should get away from the PC and get something productive accomplished. Fold clothes, walk into the next room and forget what I came in after, pull meat from the freezer to defrost only to forget about til tomorrow, you know- all the stuff you're really good at when you are suffering from mommy brain.