I bought some secondhand onesies the other day, plain white.

When I picked them up I took them home and soaked them in a white vinegar solution to whiten and sanitize them, then stuck them in the wash and hung them to dry.

I finished pinning the last one (along with some of the secondhand cloth diapers I bought) and stood back to take it all in.

Stretching in front of me, this long line of tangible proof. Five months to go, five months until these ghostly forms are filled with chubby legs, round bellies, grasping, waving arms.

I can’t wait. (I can wait). I can’t wait.