There's a pink stroller in my living room.
It has a pink car seat to match.
It has flowers on it.
It's very girly.
I have a few baby clothes put away in a closet upstairs.
There's a bouncy seat and a Leapfrog toy in Quinn's office.
We're still circling around a couple of baby names.
I am enormous and nauseated and have heartburn.
And yet...
It feels strange that there is another baby coming. Maybe it's because pregnancy overwhelms me so much. Quinn talks to the baby and I feel her kick and move and wonder how our lives will change because of her. It still seems so far away that she will be here (and there's more vomit and heartburn coming before she does), that I just put the thought aside.
Really, can it change that much? Our lives, I mean. We already have three children and adding another mouth to feed doesn't really change the dynamic of our lives too much, except that she's a girl.
Yet, somehow I think it will.
