Brian was looking through old pictures recently. He found one of me, HUGE, at 32 weeks pregnant with Asher, posing in front of a completely ready nursery. Pictures hung, clothes washed. Ready.
Sunday night he looks at me and says, "Man, you're getting big. Hey, do we have everything we need for a baby, anyway?"
To which I replied, "Um, yeah, I think so. It's just all in boxes everywhere. But I think it's all there."
That's the way it goes with a third baby, ya'll.