What is it about maternity clothes that freak people out?
After I had the 'lil lady, I learned that one of Aunt P's friends was expecting -- so I shipped my crate of maternity clothes off to her via Aunt P.
My cousin had lent me a bunch of stuff too, but she didn't want them back--- the instructions I received were "give them away, sell them, burn them.... I don't care what you do, just don't bring them back to me -- I will never need them again." So, I sent those along too.... why let them go to waste.
The Big Duyba, who'd made his desire to stop at two children crystal clear, was very happy to see them go..... apparently just having these clothes meant we might find ourselves needing them, and he didn't want to take any chances.
Well, Aunt P's friend is set to deliver any day now, and when we were at Aunt P's this past weekend I got the clothes back. The Big Dubya looked at these giant Rubbermaid containers with such disdain -- you would have thought the were filled with anthrax.
In contrast, Mr Tall Guy (Aunt P's husband) was giddy to see them go -- in fact, he carried them to the car for us.... if we didn't have room, he probably would have driven the 3 hours to deliver them....
You guys know that it's not the clothes that get you pregnant, right?
3 comments:
Don't these guys know that as soon as you give the clothes away is when you probably will need them? It's like getting a new snowblower and then it doesn't snow all winter.
That's so funny, I always thought that your secret lover got you pregnant. That's how it worked for me, anyway.
oops- did I say that out loud?
Thank you for being you.
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