Is this a Jewish thing?
Tell me other people feel this way - please.
To get the baby's room ready, we had to recarpet, repaint and put in new lights. The previous owners of our home left it in pretty bad shape.
But now it looks great even without any furniture. A small pile of "things" we've accumulated so far sits in the middle of the room. There's a heap of second-hand plush and squeaky toys. A stack of one-month sized onesies in plain unisex white. About 12 thick cardboard babybooks. And a blue stuffed octapus that calls out Spanish words when you squeeze any one of its tentacles.
Sometimes when I'm alone in the house I flick on the lights in the room and just sit there on the carpet.
If I'm feeling inspired I'll pick up a onesie and marvel at how in less than two months I'll be fastening its tiny snaps around the legs of a wriggly infant.
And that amazes me.
Then I get nervous and walk out of the room and shut the door behind me. Maybe it's me, but I'm scared to get too excited about the reality of what's to come before it actually gets here.
Many of my friends have refused to set up the baby's room at all before they've given birth. And among my closest peer group we all reject pre-birth showers. It's bad luck, we think.
Instead, we throw post-natal parties.
Maybe it's just a Jewish thing, but once the crib arrives I may have to cover it with a big sheet to be lifted off by my husband only right before we bring the baby home.
Is this superstition mine alone?