As I roll into week 24 of growing a tiny human, I feel myself swinging between emotional extremes. On one hand, I still have 16 weeks left. That’s around four months, or 112 days, or 2,688 hours, or 161,280 minutes, or a ridiculous amount of seconds that I’m too lazy to do the math for. I have plenty of time to grow and change. But on the other hand, July 13th is going to be here before I finally pull the trigger on what rug to buy for the nursery and I’ll be left having to pay for ...