When you’re pregnant, you get the nursery ready. You wash piles of itty bitty laundry. You look at the stack of books on your nightstand and smile, thinking of how you’ll catch up on all that reading during your maternity leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then your sweet little bundle of joy is BORN! You’re overjoyed and overwhelmed<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Except when you get home, you realize there’s NO WAY you’re leaving this tiny helpless thing all alone in a room halfway across the house from you every night. So that precious, color-coordinated nursery sits empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then comes a day when you blow through your carefully folded stack of clean onesies in less than 24 hours. You pull a onesie from the dirty laundry hamper and sniff it to see how bad the baby spit-up smell really is. Pretty bad. But you dress your baby in it anyway<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that stack of books? Dusty.<\/p>\n\n\n