The first step is admitting you have a problem...

I've never been one of those girls who gets all crazy about "the way that babies smell". Sure, I get it. I've smelled a baby before and it is nice when they smell like baby powder or whatever that smell is. BUT, I've also smelled babies that didn't smell so nice--like say, babies who have a dirty diaper; or babies who've just puked all over themselves (that sour-milk smell about sends me over the edge...guess I better get over that real soon). So, I've always watched in wonder as my girlfriends' ovaries explode into 100,000 pieces when they smell anything associated with a baby.

Well, after I posted my last blog entry, about being a bad mother already, I decided to get motivated to do something productive on the "get ready for the baby" front. I decided to tackle the mound of clothes, burp cloths, blankets, etc. that I've been half-heartedly organizing in the baby's room and start washing small loads of them. I'd already bought my Method brand baby laundry detergent and decided to give it a whirl. I thought that starting small and easy would be best, so I collected all of the baby's new hooded towels and washcloths and threw them in the washer with a capful of baby detergent. The instant that the hot water hit the mixture of the towels and the detergent, something came over me. I swear to God that the Method people put hormones or pheromones or something in that detergent because I felt an uncontrollable urge to wash all of the baby's clothes immediately. Heck, I wanted to wash all of our clothes in the stuff--our sheets and towels too--everything! The smell was deliciously sweet and wonderful! When I got the first load of delicious towels out of the dryer, I totally did that whole "lady in the laundry detergent ad" maneuver and buried my whole face in the pile of towels and sniffed to my heart's content--weird stuff, I tell you. I also have sort of a towel fetish and really enjoy folding towels (a trait that I share with Kevin's mom) so I tackled the pile of freshly, baby-fied towels and practiced folding them until I had formulated the "Perfect Baby Towel Fold". Now, the towels are stacked to perfection, alongside the wee little baby washcloths, in our spare bathroom cabinet. Surely this isn't my nesting instinct because I was under the impression that that doesn't kick in until very close to delivery--and we still have a ways to go until that time. My money is on baby detergent manufacturers putting something addictive and/or hormonal in their product.