Oh My Onesies!

Hormones are making me act even more ridiculous than usual. I spend a great deal of each day crying over inconsequential minutiae. Yesterday I cried because I couldn't find my baby mittens. Cue a freakout of epic proportions: "My baby has no miiiiiiiiittens! (sob) (sniff)"

I found the baby mittens.

I need this to be over. I need to be done. 

But today I cried happy tears! Look at the monthly onesies Mike's buddy's wife sent. She sewed each decoration herself:

Each number corresponds to the size onesie Baby should fit into during that month! What a great idea and an amazing gift!

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