CareBears and Cloth Diapers

Ok. Hi. How are you? Congrats to Hannah on her baby! (Sorry, Hannah, I know I don't know you, but I heard. And it seems to me you are due for some congratulations!!) Well, I feel like I can breathe again. We are not home yet, but we have one more trip to make and we're there. It was a good "vacation." Lots of fun and family, though not necessarily at the same time.
As far as being pregnant goes, things just got pregnanter. Did I mention before that I'm less far along than originally thought? I haven't been to a Dr to find out exactly where we are in the ticker, but I'm also not worried about it. At all. I mean, the baby's coming whether or not a date is picked out. So I don't care. But this last week or so, I just made the turn to uncomfortably pregnant. Also, for some reason, people keep telling me how much they hate the term "preggo" or "preggers" or something. Two girls told me that! I don't think I even talk about this pregnancy like ever in real life, but they felt the need to express to me this very important opinion of theirs. I responded like this, "ok."
But this is a pregnant blog!
So I was pregnant on a long drive. A plane ride. A few train rides. I was pregnant at my brother's wedding. Casinos. Bars. Malls. A Cheesecake Factory. At Blue Man Group and Divas' Drag Show. I was pregnant while I drank coffee, champagne, wine, even whiskey. And vodka. Although very small amounts. I was pregnant and chasing a three-year-old while I did the same amount and same pace walking as the rest of my on-a-shopping-high family. There were two days where I could have dropped dead. I should have, too, to teach my family a lesson!! STOP MOVING AROUND AND FEED THE PREGNANT LADY!! AND TAKE THIS CHILD AWAY FROM ME!! Actually, my family was awesome about taking Eli and having a great time with him while I got a break.
I went cloth diaper shopping with my cousin, the Cloth Diapering Guru. I can seriously ask her anything about anything on CD's and she'll know or have very strong opinions about it. I mean from how to dry this brand of CD's or how well this brand of diaper holds in poo on a chubby-butt kid. She knows all.
So I had to one-up her and commit to prefolds. In the cloth diapering world (of WONDER!!) these are for purists. So that's me! The winning purist! Well, just kidding. I bought them because I really, really, really, really, really love how they look all clean and folded and put away. All uniform and perfect. It's actually an image I have in my brains from the old CareBear movie. And i love how simple and sweet prefolds look on a nice baby. On a sweet baby who sleeps well and loves his mommy. (Repeating mantra to belly.)
Well, I couldn't find the scene I wanted to show my inspiration for cloth diapers (honestly, I've wanted to cloth diaper because of it since I saw this movie....probably 20 years!!), but here is the movie trailer. Because I know someone, SOMEONE will watch the movie. And love everything like when we were little and sing Care-a-Lot songs.