Thursday, September 1, 2011


Tomorrow is September 1st, and so if you believe in things like due dates, then that means the she-fetus is officially in her birth month.  Being due on September 28th, however, I'm trying to keep an open mind - because nothing is worse than resenting an unborn child (or so I'm told).

I asked the Doctor the other day if while she was violating me, she happened to notice if things looked ready for baby-having, and I swear to God her eyes said, "You're going to be pregnant forever."
That's what it feels like now, anyway.  I had two close friends take the leap into parenthood over the last week, and suddenly I feel like the last pregnant woman on earth.  Really. It caused a dramatic drop in morale over in this camp.

Honestly, though, I'm not in that much of a hurry for her to get here.  It occurred to me recently that just because she's born doesn't mean I'm going to know how to care for her.  As a matter of fact, I feel like this is a pretty big flaw in our society.  You've got high school girls, coke heads, and flighty 23 year olds (ahem) out there just gettin' knocked up for no reason, and hospitals just send them home with babies!  How has this not been stopped yet?

Despite my back-and-forth feelings on the issue of childbirth/rearing, time keeps chugging along, and pretty soon this giant stomach is going to turn into a tiny baby.  In the meantime, I'm keeping myself busy by trying to figure out how in the hell you're supposed to fold a onesie.

From left to right: Jerry Garcia, Captain Calimari, and creepy/awesome old
phone toy.