Blessed by the Potato

We’re clearly doing this all wrong. While we’re getting prepared and things are starting to feel very real now with all the baby stuff, we’re not spending nearly enough time enjoying our last kid-free days. I think that delightful mixture of anticipation and terror is giving way to thoughts of “what have we done” and brief panic attacks. But we’ve done our first aid and baby care and birthing classes; the furniture is assembled and the adorable baby clothes ready to be puked and pooped on. I don’t know if anyone is ever fully ready for this, but we’re as close as we’re going to get.

And most importantly, the nest is feathered:

[And no, the stuff in the crib won’t still be in there when it’s time for baby to go in, we’ve been warned about suffocation hazards. But for now it’s adorable.]