Two years ago, I was deep in the throes of new love. I was also exhausted, overwhelmed and prone to tears, but mostly I was head over heels in love with the amazing creature that had erupted from my stomach just three weeks before.
I was also determined to create the very best birth announcement ever. One that was not done in five million flavors of pink, with soft focus photos and delicate type. Which meant, of course, that none of the standard issue announcements would do.
Instead, I dressed my doll baby in a decidedly non-pink outfit, sat her on a definitely not-pink blanket and snapped about 200 photos (no I’m not kidding. And yes, that was the last time she sat still for that long).
The results? Well, I didn’t end up with a masterpiece—but I did get enough photos for a birth announcement devoid of pink.
I put them together and ended up with a card that looked a little something like (okay exactly like) this.
Perfection? Maybe not. But to my postpartum brain, it was exactly what the doctor ordered. And that’s all that counts, right?
I’ll bet she looooooves pink when she gets older. It would serve me right.