The other day we went to see the movie Juno with my parents. Steven and I are attempting to see all the Oscar-nominated movies this year — three down, two to go.
We get to the having-the-baby scene . . . that’s not a spoiler, is it? I mean, come on, the girl’s pregnant on all the promotional material for the movie, and as her character says, “Cuz, you know, they say pregnancy often leads to, you know, infants.”
So there’s the scene, and on her feet in the stirrups are these socks, and I have socks just like those. I call them my Cheesecake Factory socks, since they’re the restaurant’s take-out bag colors. Steven and I get all excited: “Those are the socks!”
Mom told me I should wear those socks once I go into labor, but no way, man. I cannot wear socks if there’s no pants to go with them. That is just an unholy feeling.
You must wear socks during labor, lest your feet touch the delivery room floor. You can do whatever you would like once you have been restrained to the bed, but prior to that you must keep a layer of protection. Thoughts to consider.
Awww.