Two years ago, when we were still trying to get pregnant, I had to run into a Walgreen’s on my lunch break to buy a box of ovulation predictor kits. (Which can we talk about how criminally expensive those things are? I shudder to think of the amount of money I spent on things I ultimately peed on.)
While I was there, they had a stack of “clever sayings” onesies by the registers. I guess because we were still not even a year in, I was feeling optimistic, so I picked one up and bought it.
A few months later, when we found out that we were (briefly) pregnant, I folded it up and laid it on Aaron’s pillow. A little red onesie that read “My Dad Rocks.”
It seemed impossibly tiny to me at the time; what kind of little creature could even fit in it?
And though that sweet baby wasn’t meant for the here and now, another sweet baby found his way to us.
And it fits him perfectly.