Seriously, baby. THERE IS NOTHING MORE I CAN DO FOR YOU.
There's a freaking custom-made butterfly mobile here, for crying out loud.
And wall decals. That I will apply more of, so help me God, out of sheer boredom. Your call.
And if you think perfectly-color-and-damask-pattern-coordinated hoot owl toys just HAPPEN, well, they don't. This is nesting OCD driven to the breaking point, baby.
That's you, through the ages. We're very excited at the prospect of adding some less-blobby-looking portraits to the gallery.
So you can see, Fetus I Have Nicknamed IKEA, Even Though The Only Things In Your Room That Came From IKEA Are Some Storage Baskets, Hangers And One Throw Pillow, we are ready for you. We have everything your little body could possibly need, and I am literally itching with anticipation at the thought of getting my hands on your little body already to dress and diaper and swaddle and rock and wait a second what's that over in the corner...
(PS. Everything pictured/linked here was bought and paid for by me and my own self, save for three super-cute diapers from reader Leanne who made and sent them as a gift. Everything else is either stuff I personally use, love, highly recommend and/or recently purchased in a fit of I AM COPING WITH MY GRIEF THROUGH THE POWER OF CUSTOM ORDERS ON ETSY.)