My husband feels the same way.
So, naturally, we talk about the baby to acclimate him. We have the car seat installed now and he points to it and exclaims, "Baby!" He knows the crib is "Nomi's bed" and we show him pictures of the baby in Mama's belly.
And, um, we buy him stuff.
A fish tank.
Well, okay, we already owned the fish tank. My parents found it in their garage and happily passed it along to me a few months ago, as it was my fish tank when I was a kid. I had every intention of hooking it up, but, as is par right now, I completely forgot. My husband stumbled upon it in our garage and within a few minutes he had it scrubbed and ready to go. We bought Cub three fish. I asked him what he wanted to name them. "Nemo!" he exclaimed. Okay, that's great, but what about the other one? "Um, Dori!" Okay. Nemo and Dori. But Cub, there are THREE fish! What do you want to name the last fish? "Hmmm ... NEMO!"
So, there you have it. Nemo, Dori, and Nemo, respectively.
I received a Target gift card the other day and had every intention of purchasing something for myself. Really. Um, assuming I wear Luvs diapers. Size four. Anyway. I found this pool on sale and oh, I just knew how much Cub would love it. It was nice and big, which means we can use it for a few summers (I really don't want to buy a new kiddy pool EVERY. SUMMER.), and, as predicted, Cub loves it. High five to Mom.
And you know I'll be laying out in that pool come July.
Perhaps we feel a twinge of guilt that Cubbie's life is about to change, you know? Of course, guilt is such an awful word, and we don't feel awful about the situation at all. We're happy and excited and thrilled and tingly with joy. So maybe we just feel ... sympathy. Or, maybe we just really wanted to show our little man how much we love him. And while neither of us are of the "stuff makes you happy" camp, we are both in the camp of "a little stuff every once in a while never hurt anyone".
I'm pretty sure Cub's just fine.
Have a lovely day!