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.
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!
ReplyDeleteSooooooo funny. thanks for posting this!
ReplyDeleteHaha this is such a funny post. Anyone ask you what you were doing?
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