So my dear friend JB is about to have her first baby. This is, of course, very exciting. There is something very EPIC and mysterious about friends having babies. It makes me feel twitchy and eager. Even Auggie is excited and knows something is up. When she comes to the house, he quizzically sniffs around her growing belly and looks at her with eyes that plead for an explanation.
JB and her hubby are getting all the baby essentials and readying themselves to the best of their ability. Naturally, this includes acquiring some baby clothes.
A friend gave her a bag full of baby clothes at church on Sunday, and as I waited for Yale to finish up his post-church conversation with a friend, I perused the tiny overalls and hoodies in her bag. I don't know if I looked particularly whistful, but a guy friend with a penchant for saying things that just barely skirt the edge of 'too personal' walks over and asked me "Does your womb hurt when you look at those little clothes?". I could say honestly, if a bit taken aback, that No, my womb did not hurt. I just like all cute things. Even some one else's little clothes.
Don't get me wrong: I am very excited for JB and AB's wee one to make an appearance. I can't wait to meet him. I'm looking forward to several other friends' babies as well. Having friends who are having babies has lead to some amusing and startled conversations with Yale. They usually go something like this:
Me: Hey, did you know it costs like several hundred dollars to take a birthing class?
Yale: Really? Do you really need to take a class to know how to do that?
Me: I guess so. Or, at least it helps.
Yale: You're still cool with not having babies, right?
Me: Yeah, for now anyway.
Yale: Cool. Let's not have any babies any time soon.
Me. You got it.
or
Yale: Look at our sweet Aug Dog! There could never be a human baby as cute as our dog.
Me: Yep. You are probably right. And bonus - Aug Dog does all his pooping OUTSIDE.
Yale: That's true! Let's only have dogs, OK?
Me: Sure. Hey - we adopted Auggie, and that has worked out very well, so maybe we could adopt a kiddo. You know, one that is already house broken and knows basic verbal cues.
Yale: That is an excellent idea!
Dear friends, please do not hate me for being honest. Not every woman has been pining to procreate since she could hold a Cabbage Patch Kid. Even so, every once in a while something strange will waft through my heart. Like catching the smell of someone doing laundry when you walk through the neighborhood. Little aches of baby-longing. Small, pleasant, and fleeting.
But then tonight I saw these shirts while glancing through baby clothes at Target:
So yeah, JB, if you're reading this, I bought these for your BeBeh. But, guess what.... I might end up keeping them. You know, just in case.
1 comment:
Baby clothes have never really done it for me, though those Star Wars shirts rock. There have been a few times over the years when I've thought I might want kids. But now that I'm near family and old friends and helping with their kids, I am *never* disappointed when it's time to drop them off with the parents.
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