Mom-to-Be: So it just hit me. Like a ton of bricks -- or should I say, like a huge box of 152-count Pampers Swaddlers Sensitive Diapers.
Right smack in the face.
The revelation that I'm actually going to give birth to this baby inside of me in just nine weeks and two days (but who's counting?!).
And suddenly I'm in a free-fall panic. Maybe because I haven't changed a diaper ... well, ever. Or because I don't know the difference between a burp cloth and a washcloth. And most definitely because I keep thinking I have the right information about something baby-related, and then someone else comes along and tells me a completely different story. (Bumpers in the crib are fine. Oh no! You can't put anything in the crib except your baby!)
And when I lie in bed at night, my mind spinning out of control and my hips throbbing, I wonder, When this baby is actually here, crying, burping, pooping, am I going to be able to take care of it the way that so many others effortlessly do?
Will the child-preparation class that I'm scheduled to take actually prepare me? The OB keeps telling me there's no manual (well, why the hell not?) and that every baby is completely different (well, yeah, mine will be an angel, right?!). But I still wish I had a crystal ball to know what to expect. Or at the very least to know if I'll be able to get my baby into the Bjorn without someone else helping me (apparently, it's a two-man job).
If you haven't already gathered, I'm Type A, a total perfectionist and slight control freak. So possibly it's normal that I've gone off the deep end with worry. Right?