"Thank you," I beamed. There will not be many periods of my life where that phrase will be a compliment, so I should enjoy it while it lasts. Come January or February I might burst into a fit of postpartum sobs if someone dares to call me "rounder".
Since April 15th, when I found out I was expecting, I've been saving up a little cash fund to use to buy fabric for a special quilt I planned to sew for my first child. But, as tight as money is for a young couple, I've watched my fund dwindle until it is all but gone, being spent on things needed a little sooner than a quilt for my little girl.
I stepped out of the room and cried, wishing I had a special gift for her. Irrational tears and snot began to descend down my face. How silly I was being! She will not sleep in the cold. Her Aunt Janell has already made her a beautiful pink penguin blanket. This comforted me a little as I took some deep breaths and felt that now familiar movement against my ribs. Then, I looked in the linen closet and saw my baby blankets resting on a high shelf, clean and ready to hold a infant again. It turns out I have something to give her after all. When the penguin blanket is spit up on and in the wash, she'll still be bundled in love.
Here's a couple of the shirts I made from old dresses. This one was big and shapeless so I cut it off, hemmed it up, and used the scraps to make a bow to tie in the back.
Here's the second. It's going to be nice having clothes that fit.