You know what's weird? This little critter is literally half of me, and half of Shawn, yet she's also her own, entirely distinct person. That is so bizarre. So many odd revelations like that have been coming to me in recent days. The most frequent of which is just the oddity that is rapidly-approaching parenthood, like, are you for real with this? Is this really happening? Surely not. After all these months of planning and waiting and getting used to the idea of being "pregnant" I'm suddenly going to be "parent," and not just in a some-day, yes-I'd-like-to-be kind of way, but in a drastic, unalterable, real-shit kind of way. And I don't say any of this because I'm like, freaked out or worried or scared or anything. Just sitting back in awe at how big that is. I mean, I'll still be me, but I'll never be the same me again. That's kind of nuts to think about. My definition of myself is changing on a fundamental level, and everything that was once a priority, everything I based my whole life and decisions and used as a frame of reference, is going to be totally altered by this time (hopefully) next month.
What. The. Eff.
Also, I still have the super-fun experience of shopping for a diaper bag awaiting me. If I had my pick (and an extra $350), I would get this one from Coach, which I have wanted for years.
In reality, however, I'm going to get one of these gems. The first, a gorgeous little number from Petunia Pickle Bottom, is freakin' adorable, nice and roomy, and a respectable $150. There's a matching clutch, but let's not get carried away. Also, I'm pretty sure it doesn't come with a baby posing like a cherub.
The other one, from Amy Michelle, is also fabulous in delicious patent leather, fantasitically roomy, and still chic. I must maintain my sense of fashion at all times.
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