War of the Onesies

Boy or girl, our baby essentially will have one outfit upon its arrival, aside from the plain white onesies I've got stocked up. I have no girl clothes. And the boy clothes are all the wrong season. I'm not worried though. For one thing, it will be hot. Onesies and a light blanket will do for a few days after he/she's born until I can send Hubby to the store to pick up a couple sleepers. With either gender, I know my sisters will supply me with stuff too. If I get around to it, I'll probably run to Once Upon a Child and see if there are any lightweight, gender neutral clothes.

I did, however, purchase a "going home" onesie for a boy and a girl.

Then, being the proficient homemaker that I am, I proceeded to hang them on the hallway cabinet handle.

They've been there for weeks.

Somewhere along the way, a silent war began surrounding those onesies. Without even noticing, I had hung the "Little Brother" onesie on the outside. I have a very visual memory, so I noticed one day when I was gathering laundry that the "Little Sister" onesie was now hanging on the visible side. Seth did that on purpose, I thought. He's mentioned repeatedly that he thinks it's a girl. I'm less than convinced. With a smirk, I switched it back.

And thus it began. Back and forth, at least once or twice a day (more on the weekends), the onesies fight for top billing. We don't say anything about it. I don't know if it's because he really thinks it's a girl and I really think it's a boy or, more likely, we're just quirky and stubborn and find strange ways to flirt.

I don't know how it will all end. Will it continue after I wash the onesies and put them in the hospital bag? Probably not, because at that point, I would just let him win rather than go to all the trouble to switch it. That would be very anticlimactic indeed.

Yeah...we're weird. But we're okay with it.