Week 32
I'm getting a smidgen (okay, make that a shitload) overwhelmed at the baby stores and in the baby sections. I've never felt so reluctant to buy things in my life. What do I need? I don't know what kind of diaper bag to get; do I want a bunch of pockets? One big pocket? Big ol' backpack looking thing or little trendy purse looking thing? What even goes in a diaper bag besides diapers? How many diapers does one pack per outing? Do I need to buy a glider rocker? Am I enrolled in all the right classes? Am I reading the right books? It makes me downright dizzy. I've got the basics at least. A crib. Blankets. Stroller. Car seat. Breasts (those were free and I didn't get to pick them out, although they're quite lovely).
The nursery was painted today. Soon we apply the Winnie the Pooh border and freshen up the molding and it will be...um...complete. What do I do with a complete nursery? Holy crap, I think I'm supposed to put a baby in it!
As much as I want this angry, rambunctious raccoon that crushes my lungs out of my body already, I am truly terrified of what my life is going to become. Not that I think its going to be negative. But its unknown. There's nothing I can read, watch or think about that will truly prepare me for the next chapter of my life.
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