All bizarre books and Danish high chairs aside for a moment. It's stuff like this that really keeps me going: Zygote Dad wrote about that realization of the impending reality of fatherhood:

Hmm. So now that I come to it, the part where I am supposed to close this post with a witty-yet-poignant revelation about when and how this whole "having a baby" thing finally hit me, I'm still kind of at a loss. Like I said, there was no single moment. Rather, it was a lot of little moments during the past week: