We get a weekly email about the growing baby-to-be (fetus, technically) -- how big it is, how I might be feeling, what new things the baby is growing or doing.
The emails are pretty cool, even though they don't usually match up to exactly how I'm feeling and sometimes the size comparisons are not foods as we prefer (gummy bear, Kit Kat, Brazil nut, martini olive, baked potato - all excellent). The most recent report says that the baby has expanded from being the size of a baked potato to the size of a "pickle from the corner deli" which isn't really a size difference I understand.
But the pickle email also said that we should start thinking about what the baby needs once its evicted from its current home.
The baby is fine just handing out here with me, but in less than 6 months the baby will need clothes, a bed, stuff to play with, diapers and all sorts of baby-accessories. And the baby probably won't like to share his or her (we'll know in less than two weeks) room with random coffee tables, boxes of books, purses, shoes, a wedding dress and several winter coats.
We've got to figure out what babies (our baby really) needs -- what we should buy, what we should skip, what we'll do that no one agrees with and what will fill up the little blue room, no longer full of junk.
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