So, I got a phone call on Friday saying that the crib we ordered came in. Great! D and I went over to pick it up on Saturday, since it might as well sit here instead of in the store's warehouse.
Yeah. There's a crib in our crib. Like one of those things you put a *baby* in. (and then they proceed to scream for an hour and it's 4 am, but of course *our* baby won't do that, right?)
The nursery is going to be painted sometime in March, shower #1 is on March 14th, shower #2 is May 2nd. We even signed up for a 'how to have a baby' class at the hospital I'll be delivering at. How much more real can this get, people? And yet I'm still really in disbelief. I kind of feel like we're playing 'baby', and it's all pretend and someone's going to come and pick everything up and take it away. Or I'll end up donating everything. *something*
Oh, I digress... next appt is at 25w1d- this Wednesday. Only thing notable is the gestational diabetes test where I have to drink this neon orange pop type drink.