In my head, I am nesting. It's true. In reality? Nope. Unless you count my husband bringing down the one box of newborn boys clothes we have currently. And those are still in the garage. Unwashed from when they were packed away two years ago and G$ wore them. And these are only the clothes my sister deemed possibly unisex.
Newborn diapers? Nope.
Coming home outfit? Nada.
Pre-registered for the hospital? NO. (this is one of my more brilliant choices)
Crib bedding? Huh-unh.
I am prepared. Poor third baby.