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The moment I realized we'd be okay...

Let me preface this by saying it was the moment I knew we'd be okay awesome as parents.  Not that we'd get over this whole notion of "jinxing" ourselves.  That's something we're still working on and it's another blog post (or three).

We're driving after our excursion to check out baby furniture and I am trying to process what the hell just happened.  I've never been so overwhelmed by a store, much less two of them.  I was overwhelmed by Pottery Barn Kids because no one there seemed interested in our business.  I was also overwhelmed by how pretentious the things in the store are; I know what I need and what I don't and what's just fluff to make us look like good parents.  I was overwhelmed at Land of Nod because when you walk in, the showroom runs the full gamut; cribs through bedroom sets for older children and it was like having the wind knocked out of me as I realized this tiny human is coming and is going to grow up faster than I would like... and then that sales lady vocalized the thought for me and caught me off-guard.

So we're driving along and I begin to talk to Porch about the events of the afternoon and was questioning myself "Am I a deadbeat for not already having a registry or knowing what crib we want?" and caught myself.  And smiled.  Because none of that stuff matters to me.  I am so focused on having a healthy baby to hold that I couldn't care less about where he or she sleeps or if the sheets are organic or match the curtains.  All that matters is that Porch & I are parents to a tiny human and the rest will fall together as it's meant to... we're only at 4 months this coming Tuesday so there's plenty of time to be overwhelmed by choices (and prices).  I'm content to focus on feeling pregnant and anticipating what it will feel like to feel baby's movements.

These moments will fly by and they are moments that Porch and I waited over 4 years to have so we are going to cherish them rather than wish them away.

xoxo

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