Nine months of pregnancy, a little fella that won't stop dancing around in my belly, baby showers with lots of gifts to ooh and ahh over, taking a completely empty room and turning it into a nursery -- all of these things should have made me realize "Hey, there's going to be a baby here soon." None of them did.
What has made the biggest difference? This:
There's something about a large baby thing being in my living room that makes it all seem real. There's going to be a baby. At my house. Any day now. I'm going to be a mom. With a baby. Whoa.
It just got real, folks. It just got real.
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