The Way it Works

Ok, my Dad is horrified by the green outfit I bought for the baby. He thinks it is, and I quote, "so gay". Whatever. It's absolute cuteness. I'm not asking for comments saying it's cute - you all might think the same thing my dad does. I just wanted to go on record saying that I don't think it's gay. I love it and I can't wait for my little man to wear it. And the way it works is this -

I am the one who is pregnant for 9 months.
I am the one who gets big and whale like.
I am the one who can't drink Dr. Pepper because of the caffeine.
I am the one who has to go to the bathroom constantly.
I am the one who gets to be poked and prodded nonstop at the doctor's office.
I am the one who will soon have hairy legs because I won't be able to reach them with a razor.
I am the one who can't sleep on their back because I have a husband who rolls me over all night long so I don't cut off the baby's oxygen. (I'm not kidding.)
I am the one who will be blessed with gorgeous purplish-blue stretch marks on my belly.
And I am the one who either gets to go through painful labor or a painful c-section recovery.


Soooooo.....

I am the one who gets to decide what I dress my baby in. Sorry, Davus. =)