Where would I be without these three people?? As I venture closer and closer to baby land and more and more aware that I’m launching into the complete unknown, these three people are right there with me. I mean, who comes over on what should be a Sunday Funday to help organize baby clothes? To make a list of all the things I’m still missing?? To literally rearrange my life? Ok, ok let’s not be dramatic – we rearranged the furniture. To help put together the Mamaroo and the Bjorn?
By the way, slight sidebar… what kind of foreign language is this that I need to now start learning? And why is the Mamaroo not called the Daddyroo? Why does every photo on the boxes I’ve been opening have a mother with a baby? Where’s the man photo!? A bit outdated would you say? Or am I just secretly praying and hoping that the dad is equally as important in all of this? Or should I revel in the fact that the mother/child bond is unlike anything I’ll ever experience. Hashtag you got this. Hashtag men, what??
Thank god I’ve got a support team already in the works. And they better not run to the hills once this baby pops…!