I spent Thurs. washing little tiny things. Those little socks get even smaller after you wash them. His 0-3 months wardrobe is folded and ready to go. Blankets, bunting, sheets and burp cloths are lined up. Today I stuffed miniature disposable diapers into the hanging diaper keeper. My dad has made me a shelf to put his books and animals on. They are coming over to install it tomorrow.
I was once again overwhelmed by the generosity of our family and friends. They gave us way too much. I hardly had to buy a thing except for the basics. I love knowing that Peanut already has these people who love him before he has even arrived. Speaking of arrival, it is on my mind all day long now. I flip through my mental and actual checklists to be prepared. I still have more to do but the energy comes in spurts. Tom is waiting for the "nesting" to kick in because he thinks I'll clean the rest of the house too. Ha!

PS Last week's fear: Peanut is not really a boy.
This week's fear: For some reason my breasts won't actual produce milk.
I LOVE pregnancy paranoia.