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.
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This post reminded me of the hour or two I spent folding onesies one night. It took me a while to figure out how I wanted them folded, and I think I figured out the perfect way. Wish me luck in describing it.
ReplyDeleteI put it face down, fold the sleeves and about 1 inch or so of the body of the onesie in towards the middle and repeat on the other side (think hot dog style), then I fold the bottom of the onesie up to meet the neckline (hamburger style). That way, it's compact enough to fit a bunch in the drawers, you can easily check the inside of the neck for the size, and you can see the design on the front without having to unfold it.
This was the best discovery I've made in years, if I do say so myself. :)