"Hey, your mom is going to have a baby, which should be abundantly clear from her mammoth alien stomach. When the baby comes, do not touch it or try to pick it up. Now, let's all try to put a diaper on a doll and get on with our lives."
However, it sort of went a different way. There was a lot of referring to the baby as "your baby", as in "Ivan, this is your baby," which I did not feel good about at all. AT ALL. It really is not going to be Ivan's baby and putting the idea into his head, just seems like not the right sentiment. For one thing, when ownership is implied, Ivan really feels that he can dispose of his items at his own discretion. For another thing, no one owns a baby. I sort of felt like snapping "hippie, be quiet!!" at the whole affair. There was a video, which was this family having a love-fest of breast feeding and togetherness. Everyone looked well-rested and happy and the weather was nice.
Ivan did put a diaper on his Curious George doll, and we toured the hospital and went to the nursery where a little baby all dolled up for her newborn picture was so motionless that Ivan asked if she dead. I felt like this cast a great pall over the whole trip, and we soon loaded up and left the premises with Curious George wearing a preemie pamper.
When I arrived home, it was time for my nap, and I had a great nap. After nap, I loaded up and headed to the YMCA, as it was the last day of my membership. SO SAD. I had a great run and swim before heading to the grocery, which is such a lovely place to go alone.
At home, I made Glowing Green Smoothies for the week and settled myself on the couch to watch The Switch.
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