My friend Shannon is always right. I mean, I guess I can’t say that with absolute authority because I have not known her her entire life but suffice it to say that in the 10-plus years I’ve known her, she has never been wrong. She was commenting a while back about how she hopes I will post lots of pictures of the baby after he/she is born and in passing mentioned how everybody always thinks they will be the exception when it comes to over-documenting and posting their baby’s life but then once said baby arrives, “gosh darn it!” you think, “the world needs to see how adorable this child of mine is!”
It was an epiphany because it made me realize that I totally WAS one of those holier-than-thou individuals who claimed to have no intention of capturing and posting every single outfit change and facial expression in my baby. But WHO AM I KIDDING?!?! Judging by how irresistibly adorable I find baby clothes, I am guessing that once there is an actual human infant in them I am going to die a thousand deaths from cuteness overload and then proceed to share a million pictures that look exactly the same. *sigh* You have been given fair warning and I apologize in advance for all of the deeply embarrassing, very mundane (to everyone else) first-time mom stuff I will be posting soon.
I was reading up on newborn care the other day and under the section on bathing them, it mentioned how important it is to keep them warm while in the bath. The article mentioned as an aside that babies in the womb of course always feel warm and protected and that tiny comment made me want to stay pregnant forever because it seemed so lovely to think that right now my baby is “always warm and protected” and then I immediately started worrying that the baby would soon be in a world where there is cold and unprotectedness to feel. I then, of course, quickly came to my senses because staying pregnant forever means that I’d have to live a low carb diet the rest of my life. So I am back to fervently praying that Baby will make a grand entrance the very second I hit full term instead of dilly-dallying until the 40th or 41st week. Then, I thought about how much I am craving fried chicken and wondered whether it will rain tonight because we sure need it. Then, I thought about fried chicken some more because the yellow brick road that is my stream of consciousness always leads back to food.