Sometimes I think I save way too many things, just because I am overly sentimental. Yesterday I took out the box marked, "Emily, 1977," so I could put it aside to show Em and Mark when they come to visit over the holidays. Inside was every card and letter we received congratulating us on her birth, as well as our wrist bands from the hospital and the little pink nameplate that was on her hospital basinet ("Baby Olson,") and one tiny baby shoe from the outfit we brought her home in. The rush of memories was well worth the storage of a few extra boxes of mementos, I've decided. It's not like I'm a hoarder or anything...
PS. This week the baby is the size of an heirloom tomato!!
I read a something today that reminded me of your posts about the baby being compared to food. It was an article about eating well during pegnancy and mentioned the food comparisons. "The implication was clear: your baby is what you eat, and your baby had better not be the shape of a Twinkie."
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