You know what’s really weird? There are tiny pastel spoons in my silverware drawer. And bibs mixed in with my pot holders. There’s formula next to my coffee maker, baby bottles in my dish cabinet, a car seat by my back door, three high chairs in my dining room, a cradle in my entryway, a co-sleeper in my bedroom, crib sheets in my dryer, itty-bitty washcloths in my bathroom, and a Baby Einstein Discover & Play Entertainer in the corner of my family room. It’s incredibly strange to have all this baby stuff when I still can’t imagine what it’s like to have an actual baby.