As the time nears, I'm internally conflicted and strangely calm about the impending birth of our child. I love being pregnant and I don't want that to end. I like knowing where he is. I like knowing what he's eating. I will miss this part. I'm calm though because I realized that no matter whether I have everything bought or decorated or done or whatever, he's coming. He will come out. With or without a proper changing table.
And because I have this dichotomous outlook, I see the folly in the best laid plans:
I also see the panic on the horizon if I don't check a few things of my list:
Not to mention starting a back account for his orthodonture and his university!
Trolling YouTube for video clips that demonstrate my inner turmoil is what I do instead of finding a car seat.