When I was pregnant I remember it all seeming so unreal. A baby? In ME?
A few months in I was at Jocelyn's place, looking through some of her baby clothes. We sat on the floor, sorting through a huge tupperware container filled with adorable little girl clothes. I looked, I aaaaw'ed, I held them in my hands. But when I picked up one piece of clothing, little flowered shorts, for some reason it became real. I was growing a person, a person who would wear these shorts.
It feels like a lifetime ago, sitting on the floor of a friend's house dreaming about having a daughter. Tonight she's here, being shushed to sleep by her father... and today she was wearing those little flowered shorts.