For the record, I believe there is a baby smell conspiracy. It's not that babies actually smell good. I believe it's the laundry detergent, Dreft, in which you must wash their clothing (and everything else I can fit in the washing machine).
I know this because there is no baby in our home, but ever since I bought Dreft and started using it, I can smell baby whenever I walk by the nursery.
Every day the reality of this situation sets in just a little more. J and I get more acquainted through email, and my nerves settle. Yesterday we met for lunch, and then got to hear the baby's heartbeat. Baby boy seems to be doing well, and is weighing in around 6lbs, with 2 more weeks to bake. J is all baby bump and looks great.
In the meantime I am desperately trying to "get all the sleep I can," but, well, this is the problem: