Crazy R Us

We're getting closer to the big day -- we find out whether it's a HeTaco or SheTaco on Tuesday afternoon. Excitement!

A few weekends ago, it might've been last weekend, I went with my mom to Babies R Us and was totally freaked out by all the STUFF there was. STUFF was crammed into every free spot available -- you could hardly move around without running into it, and most of it looked like crap anyway. Do we really need all this STUFF? Shriek shriek scream scream! I couldn't look at a thing.

Yesteday was better. For one, we didn't go into the Crazy R Us store. Also, perhaps I got over the STUFF a little bit. Also also, I prefer the store layout and feel of places like Pottery Barn Kids. I have high tastes, even though I can't afford it sometimes.

And so I made my bonifide first purchases for the Taco. I found a diaper bag I liked and The Husband will be able to carry around and still hold on to his manliness and I also found a baby book -- the kind you fill out, not an owner's manual. Mom also got me a blanket and I bought a baby blanket for a friend of ours who had her baby last week. I haven't seen it yet but The Husband has and said he had a full head of hair. Our baby's gonna be bald as Renton's overlicked stomach.

I also saw a crib I liked. Oddly enough, it was at the Burlington Coat Factory. They have more than coats now, apparently. We'll probably end up getting that one because The Husband didn't seem to have too much of a preference.

He is so sweet, though. I don't need him to care about baby furniture. Yesterday morning we noticed I've got a noticeable little bump when I lay on my back and then he proceeded to talk to The Taco. He told it we're going to teach it its numbers the right way -- 0 through 9. That's how the programmers do it, he said.