I am officially in a nesting phase of pregnancy and I spent a pretty good deal of time the other night stocking the changing table to make sure I have a home base of sorts for the baby, if he were to arrive before his room is ready. So, there's a changing table in our dining room that has all the essentials: onesies & pants in one basket, sleepers in another basket, burp cloths in another basket, Desitin, nuks, gas drops, wipes, and.....DIAPERS. I opened up the package of newborn sized Pampers Swaddlers and I almost swallowed my tongue. Evan was working down in the basement at the time and I silently carried a diaper downstairs and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see me holding up this TINY little diaper and his eyes got huge.
It suddenly became very clear how small this baby is going to be and how different it will be in comparison to the tank of a kid we've grown accustomed to. It was a very strange moment for us, standing there in the basement absolutely terrified by a diaper. I guess size does, in fact, matter.
