36 weeks pregnant. The finish line is in sight. I can almost see it just beyond my giant belly.
People keep exclaiming,
“You’re even bigger!”
I know. And I was guilty of saying this to my very pregnant friends 20 weeks ago.
With another wonderful baby shower checked off the list, I’m very close to filling every square inch of the condo with baby accessories.
Since I moved in a year and a half ago, Captain has been donating his clothes or taking them to his parents’. First to make room for me and now to make room for Baby Bop’s very impressive wardrobe for someone who doesn’t wear clothes yet.
If everything goes well and there’s another kid and it’s a boy, he’s out of luck. Unless he loves dresses.
I understand that Baby Bop may hate the color pink and never want to wear a dress for the rest of her life, but until she can articulate those feelings, or take her clothes off, she’s out of luck. And if she’s in the market for a security blanket that’s not pink, she’s also out of luck. Although after 34 years, my pink security blanket is not so pink anymore. Yes I wash it. Every other year.