Somewhere between nine weeks from now and eleven weeks from now, we get to meet our new little person! Hopefully, it’ll be on the sooner side rather than the later side.
We bought the crib last night, and I stood in Ikea looking at the box thinking about the little bundle that will be sleeping (I hope!) in it soon. Every day it gets a little more real and a little more scary and a little more exciting. Sometimes it feels all warm and fuzzy. Most of the time, I’m completely terrified.
And then the baby shifted in a weird way, and suddenly I couldn’t walk, and I just wanted it out. Come what may, at least I won’t feel like I have eight overweight gerbils running around my insides.