I have 3 and a half weeks until D Day. But then again a "due" date is just a guess as to when the little tyke might make an appearance. I have no idea when it will happen.
This does not stop any stranger from asking me my due date, however. But then, I have a feeling that question will be replaced with "How old is she?". (or "he" depending on how I dress her that day)

My mom asked me this morning if it was okay to get the baby just one pink piece of clothing. "HELL NO!, I screamed. "I'm not going to dress my daughter like a sterotypical tart!"
That's a lie. Actually I said a little pink would be fine. I just don't want my daughter to look like Barbie.
After all, this is my mother. We made an agreement. A white something with small pink flowers around the edges will be permitted.

I remember for my sister's wedding when I was 19 or 20 she made me wear this PINK drop waist dress with a round white collar. I think she was high on her power as a bride. I'm the BRIDE! And if I want you to dress like a lump of cotton candy, you will! It worked. The only other time I dressed that much against my better judgement was in Del Airs singing group in high school. And even then, I consoled myself with the knowledge there were approximately 40 other girls standing around me on the risers who looked equally stupid. At the wedding I had to walk down the aisle in front of everyone and light candles. I hated it so much I considered lighting the entire church up in protest.

Anyway, for now I am exercising my power as the MOMMY. OVER MY DEAD BODY will Barbie get her creepy Stepford claws on my child!