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.

3 comments:

  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!

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  2. Sooooooo funny. thanks for posting this!

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

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