My apprehension at the arrival of a duplicant, or whatever I shall call our child, squirming around inside my wife's belly, well, dissipated a little as the nicely laid-out rows of categorized baby needs made me think there is a system, after all.
Humans are all the same. In the end. Rejoice! That's what a baby store teaches. Everyone's pregnant, everyone's looking for the same stuff, and all babies need the same thing. A baby is like a pet in the early stages, one with elaborate but very well-defined needs. This fades now in my adulthood...our needs and wants combine, become so strange.
I got teary near the strollers. It all became real. I was going to have one of these fellows. I was going to love that fellow very much.
Yes, by the way, we know gender, but we don't want to tell. Our dumpling is a secret.
