At Least It Wasn't the EPT Stick
Even so, we've been trying to prepare her in whatever ways we can, if such a thing is possible. So we bought her a doll stroller yesterday.
Last night, we found her pushing it around the house containing not a doll, not a stuffed animal, not even the brown bag of muffins she had pushed home from the store that morning. Instead, strapped into the seat was this:
Maybe she gets this baby business better than we think?
You may have noticed that this weekend, Mom101 tidied up the place with a wee bit of help. If I was having a boy I'd definitely have to name him Chag.