The waiting. The momentary panic. The calling my mom twice yesterday - or was it three times? They didn't mention these things in the pregnancy books. I'm not so miserable that I want the baby out RIGHT NOW, but I want to see him, and hold him, and watch him look at his daddy.
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I have most of what I need in the hospital bag, except a few last minute things to throw in, like phone chargers, camera charger, blah blah blah. But I remembered yesterday a thing I didn't have on my list.
Newborn pictures of me, and Mr Lemon, and Splenda to compare who Zesty looks like, freshly picked!
So I got to rummage through our picture gift bag. I'm so fancy with the archival quality storage.
Hello in-laws! I don't have a picture of Mr Lemon when he was newborn, except one sweet one of his Pawpaw Jim holding him. You can see Mr Lemon's side profile, but not a whole lot of detail. So if you have any in your possession, may I borrow it please?
But it may not matter, because all of his baby and toddler pictures look just like Splenda's baby and toddler pictures. I could just photoshop on a blue onesie on Splenda and say "Here's Mr Lemon" and no one would be the wiser.
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