Three out of my five children were thrown baby showers, and I can't reveal the two who were not, lest the poor two shower-less babies grow up feeling deprived in yet another one of the myriad ways children of larger families are slighted. But really, that isn't too bad, given that once you are whacko enough to announce your third pregnancy in this country, people avert their eyes as if you had announced you have a newfangled contagious combination of leprosy and cancer.
But one thing I have always insisted on for each baby is a new take-home outfit from the hospital. Yes, each baby will get a ton of hand-me-downs, but that one new outfit is such a treat - well, I guess it's really a treat for ME, since I am pretty sure a 6-pound newborn doesn't really care what he or she is wearing.
So I've been allowing myself to browse newborn delights, and while it's too early to buy anything - I have to wait until I am REALLY sure this baby is going to be born - I have stumbled upon a few little things:
diagnosis: cabin fever, cure: crate of craps
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