I may have discovered the delay in Baby Bigfoot’s entry into this world. Well, technically The Man brought it to my attention in a hysterical, very feminine fit.
Anyways for some reason he has worn this same shirt at the birth of each of the girls. We are not superstitious people, so I don’t quite understand the hysterics that ensued today.
It seems that The Man went to look for the shirt (for sentimental reasons since he is just THAT way *rolls eyes*) and noticed that 1.) a button was missing 2.) it was heavily wrinkled from being crammed (where I hid it in case he felt compelled to wear it out in public when I am with him) in the back of the closet.
According to The Man’s Law, this shirt must be in good repair and pressed RIGHT NOW before Baby Bigfoot enters the world.
It is kind of sweet (although I will never admit this to him) that he insists on having the same shirt. It is kind of difficult when looking through pictures of him with a fresh out of the oven newborn to know which child he is holding. With pictures of me with one of the girls, it’s real easy to tell which child I am holding by my face. Child #1 was a long labor with no epidural except for the last 3 minutes of the birth. (face is drenched in sweat, red from crying, tear streaks and I think there are some flecks of foam on my chin from screaming at the anesthesiologist) Child #2 was an easy labor with a epidural given in a timely manner. I look so much more relaxed and refreshed. (I am actually smiling during the labor)
So it appears that I will be donning the bifocals and repairing this shirt tonight.
Perhaps Baby Bigfoot will realize the significance of the pressed, ready-to-wear shirt and get back to the business of being born.
Is there anything that is particularly sentimental or a habit that you and your family have done to welcome a new child into the family?