It's becoming evident that a baby is indeed on its way to our lives. There is a mattress on the crib, with sheets on it and a heirloom homemade quilt on top. There is a stroller downstairs (a pram, my British friends, not someone walking casually). There are lots of teddy bears on the shelves (as well as teddy cats, teddy giraffes, teddy rabbits and teddy zebras). There is a carseat in our car. And there are nappies in the drawers.
Bean's at 38 weeks now, meaning that we can't accuse it of being early from now on. The bun is cooked; we're just seeing how brown the topping gets (as it were).
I feel as prepared as I can be, which is not very much. I think the best thing about the preparation wasn't so much what I learned, but how it allowed me to feel. It helped me go through nervousness to a state of happy and excited anticipation.
I can't wait to meet our son or daughter.
Bonkers.
Goodluckgoodluckgoodluck to both but to JJ especially. Hope it's like shelling peas.
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