Monday, January 25, 2010

Pelvis in search of Doll

Model pelvis has arrived. Need a doll. Must fit through pelvis.

Aisle of pink. Help!

When you grow up, you can be an astronaut, a bond girl, a teacher, a dependent teenager or a vampire. What, no midwife?

Talking dolls creep me out.

Too small.

Way too small. Triplets. Risked out.

Too scary!

Al...most...can't tell!

We may have a winner. Comes with a spare outfit and pacifier. Ironic, as he is destined to spend his life naked.

He fits!

There's a nice occiput presentation.

With sutures. Breech!

I shall call him Cletus. Cletus, my darling fetus.


  1. I bet you were the only one in the store that day looking for pelvis-sized dolls. Your post made me laugh. I'm glad you found what you needed!

  2. Sooooooo funny. thanks for posting this!

  3. Haha this is such a funny post. Anyone ask you what you were doing?