Now It’s Next Month
As of today, our baby is due next month. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t freak me out a little. But while we (I) may not be ready to swan dive into parenthood, at least this kid won’t be naked or toyless or illegal to transport.
For the last few months, Ellen’s mom has been secretly planning a baby shower. Miraculously, I didn’t spoil the surprise.
Upon seeing this mountain of presents, I realized our house won’t fit a baby and all the equipment it comes with. This either means we’ll need an addition (and I’ll need a second job) or we’ll need a new house (and I’ll need this kid to showcase a very lucrative talent at a very early age).
All those presents didn’t come cheap. In order to fully stock our nursery, Ellen had to open the gifts one by one as fifty friends and relatives stared intently. She took one for team English. (I was back at her parents’ house watching coverage of the Puerto Rico primary.)
Mother and very pregnant daughter.
And this is where our baby will sleep. Unless we get one of those babies that doesn’t.
Thanks to everyone for all the fantastic baby stuff. We’ll put it to good use and take pictures to prove it. Finding a place for everything was a challenge. But at least things don’t get any tougher.
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The next stop on the pregnancy train: birthing class! Class 1 (of 4) is tomorrow. I hope stroller assembly is on the syllabus.