For the past seven months or so, I've been telling myself that I don't have to think about having a baby until at least Christmas. After all, he's not due until January 11th, and that's ages away. But yesterday, I woke up and realized that it's really not that far away. Less than six weeks, in fact. I was born earlier than this.
I guess it really hit me that I should probably think about what life is going to be like when we have a baby. And that Andrew and I should really invest some time in putting together a place for the baby to live. And we should probably buy some things like, oh, onesies, diapers, wipes, binkies, and all those other strange items no one would consider buying normally. I'm sure there are at least another thirty absolutely essential items I'll need, but at this point, I can't even think about those. My whole concentration right now is to get a dresser of some sort, so all of the stuff we do have for the baby will have a place to live other than our living room sofa. If I can accomplish that, I'll feel good about my month.
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