Somewhere near the end of my first pregnancy, my friends threw me a baby shower—a gesture I appreciated living away from my family and the pomp I may have been lavished by them. They wrote motivational messages on tiny baby diapers while I ate confetti cake from a plate balanced on my rounded belly. I unwrapped a soft organic cotton baby swaddle; a three-pack of glass (no BPA, here) baby bottles; and a couple of plant-dyed baby onesies. 

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