We bought a crib this week. It's nice, clean lines, a stain so dark it almost looks black. I really like it. And for some reason, this, unlike any of the other baby stuff we've amassed so far, really got to me. As we were driving out of the parking lot after loading it, my hands were shaking a little. And after our wonderful friend Will helped Chris put it together (and in combination with a few other irritants that evening), I had a very brief, minor breakdown. Tears, irrational talk, etc. I felt a lot better afterward, though.
In retrospect, I think the crib is the biggest thing we've gotten so far. It takes up a huge amount of space in our nursery/guest room. Likewise, the baby will take up a huge amount of space in our life. Thus, the minor freakout. We've got about 6 weeks to go, give or take. Unbelievable.
In other baby-related news, we had our one-day intensive labor-prep class, which was mildly disappointing (very talky, not much hands-on), but did feature a minor celebrity! "Angela," from NBC's The Office, was in our class with her husband. They've just started filming again after the strike and she's spending a lot of time behind copiers and cubicle walls.
We also had an excellent meeting with our doula after the class, and she did a bunch of hands-on stuff with us, and I am more confident than ever that she is going to be a huge help to us. I really like her.
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