So, I have a box. A box that no one, not even my husband, knows about. It’s hidden in the back corner of a closet in the “spare bedroom”–a room that will, hopefully be a nursery someday. The box is filled with baby stuff I couldn’t resist buying. Over the last year that we’ve been TTC, I’ve secretly collected these adorable onesies, bibs, & blankets. Is it pathetic? Is it hopeful? Am I the only one counting my chick before it’s hatched?
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Pregnant (hopefully!) and Loving it
I don’t think its odd at all. In fact I have been doing the same thing, the only difference is my husband is all for it and hoping it will bring that glimmer of a miracle.
You’re not crazy. I bought a little newborn robe that hangs in my closet, even though we’ve tried unsuccessfully for seven years. The odds are in your favor. Don’t they say you have to believe it before you receive it?