gownie

one of my main fears about the labor part of having a baby is being out-of-control.  i have never done this before.  i don't even pretend i know what i am doing, fake it til ya make it really doesn't apply in this situation.  every birth tale that is shared with me by every friend, family member, innocent bystander in the Target bathroom are interesting in that they are each truly unique.  no one's birth is the same, they may have similar elements but the only commonality is that they are unique.  

so i have been slightly obsessed with the one thing i may have control over : what i wear.  as most of you know me, this isn't a surprise.  and while in birth class i had the unfortunate opportunity to wear a typical hospital gown which sent my pysche and physical body to a sweaty scared state. maybe our doula was on to something when she said that just putting on the gown alone slows down labor.  and let me tell you once this baby starts making it's way out, i would rather not stop it.  

therefore what i wear has become an obsession.  i have researched and uncovered several, if this is possible, uglier options than the standard hospital gown that pass for cute, or they are extremely overpriced.  today, i found it.  in a few short days this hot little number will arrive at our door step: 

 

now, during this process... that i currently perceive as all hell breaking loose, dave driving away without me, the car running out of gas, going to the wrong hospital... ricky and lucy style.  at least, i will have my own pretty gown that i can wear and check off the transition at the hospital as something that no longer requires a change of clothes and ties to show off my booty.