Saturday, January 3, 2009
A couple days ago, I received a sample package from Luvs containing one of their cute little BLues Clues diapers. I'm a Luvs girl, so I was like, "Sa-weet! Free diaper for my giant kid!" (Because you know the size 6 - which BOTH my kids wear - has the least amount of diapers in the box. NOT fair.)
Well, this was no size 6. Not even a 5 or a 4. It was an itty bitty, teeny tiny size ONE. Aside from wondering how the gods at Luvs could know I was baking a wee little thing that could fit into that size, I marveled for a good five minutes that OH MY GOD - I am going to have another baby that fits into that size. Size 1's are so tiny, people. And tiny equals disgustingly cute.
DH does not believe that either of our chub monsters ever fit unto a size 1, and I had to assure him that they actually started at the size below that - newborn. I have a hard time believing it myself.
Up until now, it has not really seemed real that I'm having a baby. I'm in that in-between stage of having a little bloat-belly but not feeling any movement or getting many "when are you due?" comments. Not even having a doppler at home to spy on the little nugget every now and then has made it much of a reality. But seeing that tiny little diaper that fit into the palm of my hand made me catch my breath.
Holy crap, guys - I'M HAVING A BABY.
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