How do you tell someone?

I remember after Mary was born, I looked at other mothers differently for awhile.  I had been given lots of advice.  As my belly grew, there were countless happy tips--'Remember to sleep when the baby sleeps,' 'Mine never fit in newborn diapers, start with the next size up,' 'Take your time trying to fit into your old clothes.'  In those first days of motherhood, mingled with the triumph and wonder, was an awareness that I had been betrayed.  They had all known.  All the time they were yammering on about the importance of rest, they had known that I was taking for granted my very last moments of being the centre of the universe.  Warned, I could have savoured them.  Instead, I smiled and thanked and secretly thought myself completely prepared.

The other day I was visiting a young woman I'm getting to know from my church.  She's eight and half months pregnant.  I let her know that for the first several weeks onesies and pajamas are all baby really wears.