So. You know what's crazy? When the baby is born, she is going to be a....wait for it....baby. A real baby! I mean, she's already a real baby, but it's not like when she's born it'll just mean I'm not pregnant anymore (as glorious as that fact is). When she's born, I'll get to hold her and talk to her and dress her in itty bitty clothes and everything!
Until today, it hadn't really hit me yet. 'Cause you know, I've been pretty busy complaining about being enormous and uncomfortable (both facts, my friends. Apparently I like to gain a pound per week for my ENTIRE pregnancy. It's the new cool thing.) while fixing up the house and managing all of the already born children. But then I got a box in the mail from my bloggy friend Lisa and I was all "HOLY COW! We're actually gonna have a real newborn in the house!"
Because look...just look at what was inside:
Ack! Cuteness overload!
I mean, she is going to wear these clothes. This tiny baby who is kicking around in there, havin' a good ol' time, with eyes and hair whose color I don't know yet, has clothing.
And can we just take a moment to appreciate the tiny mctininess of these pajamas?
Thank you, Lisa!
p.s. It is a gorgeous 50 degrees today with not a cloud in the sky. The girls are cleaning out the playhouse in the front yard, the goats and chickens are poking around in the back, and I took a shower this morning. And...AND!!!!! used the blow dryer on my hair.