Mr. Postman

I love mail. I drove to the Post Office today to pick up a package on the way to work. Our mailman doesn't leave packages on our porch when we are not home because we live in the ghetto. Instead, I get little orange notices. Today I received my next to last order of cloth diaper supplies which included some hemp and cotton pre-folds. This means that I can start THE GREAT WASH this weekend. THE GREAT WASH will consist of cleansing large amounts of baby clothes and all of the diapers in hot water with hippie, chemical free soap. Some items, like hemp inserts, will be washed SIX times for maximum absorbency.

THE GREAT WASH will have to wait until I get our other laundry done which just keeps piling up because I am very lazy and have better things to do like beach myself on the couch and eat ice cream sandwiches.

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I've heard women say that they miss being pregnant. I'm not sure that I will. I can't blame people for glancing at my belly, I know that I did it to pregnant women too but it's unsettling. I know that it will never cease to amaze me when The Baby moves inside me. No matter what is going on around me, my attention is devoted to my rolling alien. I can do without my resurfacing first trimester symptoms including acne and a slight resurgence of morning sickness. I also don't like being achey and helpless. I've been moaning the loss of use of my stomach muscles for weeks now but it's pretty cool that my gut sticks out further than my boobs - no small feat. All in all I've had it pretty easy but again, to miss it? We'll see.