I'm wishing I had a baby boy right now.
Not so I can start wearing nursing bras again.
Not so I can lug around a ginormous diaper bag.
Not so I can change more diapers than I already do.
Not so I can be up all hours of the night for feedings.
Not so I can be the sleep deprived zombie version of myself again.
Not so I can listen to more crying in the wee hours of the morning.
Not so I can start using burp rags for something other than dusting.
Here's why.
So I can see how precious he'd look in this t-shirt.
No baby boy for me right now.Maybe I'll gift it to a sister-in-law if it's four in a row.
Maybe to a sister if it's three in a row.
We'll have to wait and see.
In the meantime, get your own here.
(the t-shirt, not a baby)
p.s. I am in no way a fan of the books or the movies.
I want to make that perfectly clear.
I just think the shirt is terribly clever and oh so precious.
p.p.s. If you happen to see Jarrett or Kris, don't tell them.
It's still a secret. Don't tell Danny either.
I don't want to be the one to have to answer the
"but how did the baby get in there?" question.
They're saving that privilege for Grama Bama!
4 comments:
Congrats to Judy! I'll keep the secret! Does this mean she wants her stroller back?
Not sure about the stroller, colds1. I'll ask her. Maybe I'll let her borrow mine. I think Danny's done with strollers for good. His choice, not mine.
Or you can give it to your neighbor, Candis, who will inevitably have a fourth boy.
How lucky you will be, Candis. You're building your own little army...or basketball team. Whichever you prefer.
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