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?
Pregnant (hopefully!) and Loving it