When I was about 8 months pregnant (or maybe even more), Quentin brought home a wonderful book. It told us what we could expect every day of the first week of Stellan’s life, and then every month for the first year, and then every six months or so until age five.
I didn’t really read much of it until we actually brought Stellan home because, well, I’m not really one of those “nester” types who does much advance preparation for things. Yes, even for babies. While some of our friends had their kids’ rooms beautiful decorated and totally stocked with baby essentials months before their little ones were due, Quentin and I were busy working right up until the moment Stellan arrived (quite literally) and hadn’t done much reading, let alone decorating.