Before I knew you

Baby's moving on up. To a bigger car seat.

Our little tiny baby has neared that line where he's almost outgrown his infant car seat - those buckets o' baby you always see new parents proudly toting around - and is ready for a convertible.

For the uninitiated (you know, those people who aren't sitting on their couches blogging about car seats at 11 p.m. on a Friday night while the post-college group house next door plays beer pong outside your windows), a "convertible" car seat is stage two, the kind that start out rear-facing and then can be swapped around toddlerhood to forward-facing.

What does this mean? Well, a turn once again to the bible of mothers-to-be and new mothers everywhere, that indispensible guide known as "Baby Bargains." Never read it? Just look around the next time you're in Babies 'R' Us buying a shower gift. I'll give you five bucks if you don't spot at least three pregnant women toting them around the store.

In flipping through my very dog-eared, written-all-over copy in the quest for the Ultimate Convertible Car Seat, I happened to be going through the index. There I spotted a listing for Dreft.

Again, for the uninitiated, this is specialty baby-friendly clothes detergent that new parents can't fight the compulsion to use on baby clothes.

But tonight, in seeing the word Dreft, I was suddenly transported to sitting in my living room, just a little more than a year ago, very pregnant. We had just put the final finishing touches on Baby's room, from setting up all his stuffed animals in his crib, to lining up the diapers in the new lined wicker baskets I'd purchased to set on top of his dresser/changing table, to hanging the shelves holding the classic children's books and stuffed versions of their characters that my sister-in-law had purchased for him, from the Cat-in-the-Hat to Babar to Rainbow Fish.

And yes, we had just washed his very first sets of clothes, in Dreft, and I had just folded them and spent time trying to figure out how to best organize these tiny little garments. I was partially caught up in the organizing, but mostly marveling and overwhelmed at the very idea that there would soon be a little person who would be wearing them.

For some reason, the mere mention of the word Dreft tonight sent me back, and had me feeling incredibly nostalgic for those last few weeks of our pregnancy. Standing in that quiet, perfectly neat and pretty little room that seemed so ready to receive its new owner close to a year ago, I remember anticipating all that was to come, and feeling excited, afraid, overwhelmed, terrified, prayerful and hopeful all at the same time. In a way, I still miss that strange and wonderful time. I still cherish those moments of anticipation, of hope of a person I did not yet know.

And I cherish the person I know now even more.