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To: Gauguin who wrote (5939)	1/9/1998 4:58:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

I'm ankle-deep in diapers, myself. To sorta redeem the cheapness of this bald-faced larceny of a milestone post, I will continue the Gravidity Update, omitting Love's response to my one-word approval of her excellent judgment. The back room (read: baby room) is effectively critter-ready. All my great drifting mounds of crap - uh, prized possessions - have been relocated into the garage. Which is fairly resplendent in its now suite of shelves and benches. Sweetie vacuumed the bejeezus out of every available surface - ho'zonnal, vertical or occluded. The closet is stacked yea-deep in diapers, those funky canned wetwipes, interesting polymeric containment devices for active little bottoms, and y'all get the idea. The bassinet is collecting its first diaphanous layer of dust. My gawd, the room smellslike a baby lives here. Must be the subtle aroma wafting up from the cubic yard of donated infant goodies from a short list of really wonderful friends. I am actually constructing a changing table. I'm wondering whether I should incorporate spill rails and a central draun thingy. That way we can just schlep the thing ofer a patch of nitrogen-deficient turf once a week and spray it clean. Might be one of those "guys like it; wives flatly veto it" ideas. Like the Velcro ceiling trim...