This was the single biggest reality check for Sed that we're about to have a baby. Not the spaz in the foreground. The bassinet in the back.

We've had it for months. One of her friends and co-workers, who is attempting to pare down her crap for a move across town, gave it to us back when we first found out Sed was pregnant. But for most of that time, it's sat in the corner of the baby's room, filled with all sorts of junk that we'd eventually sort through and organize.

Eventually came yesterday. All the onesies, the socks, the little hats, the washcloths went in the laundry. The toys went into the closet or onto the shelf. The extra blankets and linens were folded and stored in a drawer. The sheets and frills were detached and washed. The wickerwork itself needed a fresh coat of paint.

And when it came back together, it didn't really make sense to not put it in our room. That's the reason for a bassinet, after all -- so you don't have to get up and cross the house to the crib during those first three months when she's waking up every two hours for something. But having it right there makes it all the more real. It's ready to go. All it's missing is the baby. (Sorry -- you are denied the joke photo of Angel in the bassinet simply because we don't want to have to wash everything again.)

Margarita is a week and a half from full term. She's five weeks from officially due. She could be with us any day now. And as ready as things look outside, we're still hoping that we're just as ready inside.