Saturday, January 6, 2001

Pitter, Patter
Today was Millie's baby shower and I think I was the only one there that has not experienced the "joys of childbirth". Listening to their horror stories of labor, it's a wonder we manage to procreate at all. I remember my mom telling me that when she was having my sister she contemplated asking the doctor to shoot her. That's encouraging.

So I stuck a smile on my face and ate as many cookies as possible to take my mind off of it. Highlight: watching Millie open all the gifts. Everything was so little and cute and nice smelling. I specifically remember thinking to myself, "I wonder if I could squeeze into that outfit".

I wish Millie much happiness as she makes this transition from curiously and anxiously expecting this new addition in her life to becoming a wonderful and wise mother.

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