cinco de mayo is supposed to be about independence, after all
every morning now the missus and i wake up and look deeply into each other's eyes, lost in connubial bliss. ahh, a new day! we embrace, thankful to have our health and each other. then, gradually, i can just barely make out the black cloud of terror that slowly fogs over her cornea. without fail, one of us will say with an almost imperceptible shudder of horror: "one day closer to baby."
but you know what? as a friend pointed out, 05/05/05 would be a really cool birthday, wouldn't it?
yes. yes, it would ... for someone else's kid.
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When that baby comes, take every opportunity to put your nose against its skin and sniff as deeply as you can. It's a wonderful scent like no other and it will stick to you for the rest of your life. Try to be in the delivery room. It's a horrible place -- cold and impersonal. But when you make eye contact with your newborn, you will see that it already has a personality. You will instantly fall in love.
Im sorry Lone Ranger, but who sees a new baby and goes "Mmmmmm, I think I might smell this"????
Is it a diagnosed fetish?
now, now kids. no fighting! i for one will smell the baby. and i will say "mmm, baby. a little bbq sauce plus 30 minutes over a low flame and we'll be all set for dinner."
Wait until the first bath for that smelling. Freshly born babies, I assume, smell like blood and that gray stuff, whatever it is.
There is, however, nothing better than newly-bathed baby smell. It's intoxicating.
that "gray stuff" is vernix, and, weirdly, it smells wonderful. in fact, the clean head of a baby smells wonderful, too-- probably evolution's little way of ensuring that we actually think we *want* to be around a screaming, yowling newborn. seriously, though: if only that scent could be bottled....
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