In the mail today, we got two sample canisters of baby formula addressed to J. Last week, we got a catalog for baby gear from F.isher Pr.ice. The week before that we got a sample diaper for a newborn. It seems that J somehow got herself on some mailing list for baby freebies. We’ve also gotten mailings congratulating us on being so close to our due date.
We don’t know what to do with the stuff, and we don’t know how to make it stop, but it needs to stop. It’s too hard to have this constant reminder coming in the mail, this reminder that we are not parents, that we won’t be anytime soon.