The story behind these Robeez

On the day I had Marley, I was reading about crazy ladies who would be starting labour and have this urge to grab an axe and go chop down some stump they had had in their yard for ten years. I totally thought they were freaks. But when my labour started, I phoned Kathy to confirm and phoned Kevin and told him to come home. I didnt' know what to do next. I was locked in the bathroom and came out to find Chloe had teepeed the whole bonus room in toilet paper. Not just a roll, but a dozen rolls of TP all over the place. I didn't want to clean it up and I was feeling strange so I grabbed Chloe, got in the car and went shoe shopping. I had it in my head that I had to have shoes for the new baby and off we went to find the perfect pair. The whole time we were gone I was having contraction but didn't care, I was on a mission involving shoes. So call it temporary insanity or whatever. Now when I read the stories of women cleaning their freezers out while they're in labour, I get it. Here's the aforementioned shoes and some hoochie pants I made for her (low rise, skinny pants....perfect for babies, right?).