Cribs and the Art of Sleeping Arrangement Maintenance

I'm really not an overly sentimental person; I throw away greeting cards, movies rarely make me misty-eyed, and I can't help but be annoyed with people who get so emotionally attached to seemingly insignificant items...So why is it so hard for me to move BB out of the Pack-n-Play in our room and into his own crib at night? Because being a mother has turned me into a sentimental sap, that's why.
You see, BB has been sleeping in a Pack-n-Play by our bed since the first night back from the hospital. When I was still nursing it was especially convenient because I could just pull him into the bed with me and feed him, then put him right back to sleep with out even getting out from under the covers. After we switched to bottles we started bringing formula and bottles upstairs with us so we could mix them in the bathroom without having to go down to the kitchen every time he woke up, therefore never having to leave the bedroom. We agreed that when BB began sleeping through the night we would put him to bed in his own room...Well guess what; He has been sleeping through the night for a month now and is still sleeping in the Pack-n-Play right next to our bed....the only reason being that by moving him into his own room I feel I have to fully accept that he is no longer a newborn, and that makes me incredibly sad. I'm just not ready. We even bought a video monitor a few weeks back so that I could watch him in his bed at night. Still. Can't. Do. It. We are taking steps though (I say "we" because even though he may not admit it, I don't believe Mr. Bo is ready to move him down the hall either). If you would allow me to go off on a tangent for a minute....Our bedroom is technically two bedrooms turned into one, separated in half by a pair of french doors. We leave the french doors open so that it pretty much just feels like one big room. Well, Mr. Bo had the brilliant idea to, instead of going cold turkey, simply move the Pack-n-Play to the other side of the french doors for awhile. This way BB is at least not right next to the bed. This has been our arrangement for the past two nights, and I have to say, having him just a few extra feet away is helping me get used to the idea of eventually moving him down the hall (which really isn't that far away either).
So how did this happen? How did I go from a cynic who swore to never become "that mom," to this emotionally charged fool?...

                                                                                                                                                  ....oh, right.