Last week I was walking through the hospital on the way to the cafeteria when I noticed a sticker on the door to a bathroom that I have passed hundreds of times before. It was one of those stickers that lets you know there is a changing table inside. Seeing this made me think that I am going to need to know where all the changing tables in Asheville are.

This somehow clicked on a light bulb of epic proportions. It dawned on me at that moment that I am not only pregnant, not only going to be a consumer of baby-related products, but I am going to be a mother. A Mother! As in: responsible for another human being's safety, well-being, happiness, manners, and of course, any downfalls of personality (it's always the mother's fault, right?). I will be the person this little creature looks to when knees get scraped and hearts get broken. I will love this child unconditionally. My life is now lived for someone else. Needless to say, this hormonal pregnant lady teared up in the hospital hallway.