my how you've shrunk

The past couple of days I've been going through the baby clothes we've received as gifts (and let me tell you, our friends and family have been very generous!) and today got around to washing some stuff and putting it all away in our recently assembled dresser/changing table combo. We have a lot of 0-3 month items, some of which look impossibly tiny to me as it is, and even some "newborn" outfits (Carter, at least, has a "newborn" and 0-3 month categories, the former being for babies between 5 and 8 pounds). Unless I go into labor early, I'll be really surprised if we have a baby under 7 or 8 pounds, just based on my stature and our combined family histories (I was 8 pounds, the father was well over 9, as were my brother's two kids).

So imagine my dismay when I started pulling clothes out of the dryer looking even smaller! And I'd washed them on cool and dried them on medium! I have a few duplicate outfits, so I was able to compare the washed version with the unwashed version. Granted, they probably weren't exactly the same size to begin with, but look how much smaller the outfits on the left are!




At any rate, the clothes sorting and washing process was something I'd really been looking forward to as I've spent the past few weeks reluctantly putting the finishing touches on the last, lingering requirements for graduation this weekend. But I have to admit, I felt incredibly overwhelmed by it all when I dove in over the weekend. I felt better today, though, opening the drawer a few times this afternoon to stare at the collection of tiny little outfits. Onesies and PJs with feet...they get me every time.