I don't know if I've mentioned how much I loathe Babies R Us?
Which seems to have become sort of a necessary evil for me. I am sure I could get all the baby stuff I think I need in lots of different places but it is appealing to make a one-stop shopping trip. It's just that it's one loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong and painful stop. Basically, that is what I did today. Drove to Tigard and spent too damn long at Babies R Us. NOT because I'm so overcome by all the adorable things and want to spend time in there. But because something happens to my brain when those sliding doors open and I enter the Palace of All Things Baby. And I hit the return line which is staffed by one person. She's very nice but c'mon the line is six people deep, could you open up another lane already? The lady next to me asks if I'd mind moving over a little. "Can't. If I move I'll pee my pants." Because I've been holding it since Sherwood and I'll be damned if I lug this stuff one more step. And I don't even care if this bothers her. See, this is what pregnancy has done to me. I don't care so much what people think anymore. When people ask me what I'm craving, I'm tempted to reply, "my patience."
I'm not alone, I know it. Every aisle had women with bellies in various stages of pregnancy looking baffled by the selection. I don't know, is velour or terry cloth better for a changing pad cover? Why in the hell do I need a cover? Wouldn't it be easier to just wipe down the plastic cover?
Then there's the whole mattress decision. Do I want to risk SIDS for my baby because I wanted to save $30 on a mattress? How should I know how many freaking gauge coils a baby mattress should have?
I will spare you the details of the breast pump supplies aisle in anticipation of good times ahead. You're welcome.
As I'm heading out to the truck I can't get over the fact that the total I paid was off from the running tally in my head. I check everything in the bags against the receipt and I've been overcharged by three extra canvas bins. I waddle back into the store and wait in line again and this turns into a 20 minute ordeal where the manager has to view the tape and I get to sit on what I'm sure is the shoplifters bench and wait and wait wondering if it wasn't worth the $30 just to be able to finally go home.
So, when Matt calls on his way home from work asking, "So, what'd you do today?" I almost cried. Matt worked his butt off last week and this weekend to get the nursery all dialed in now that it appears we'll be staying here awhile. He surprised me last night by having it all finished, painted, the new window installed and trimmed out, the crib assembled, shelves hung in the closet, vacuumed, etc. It looks awesome. My goal today was to surprise him by getting all the baby stuff organized and put away in the nursery so we could have some of the flat surfaces in our house back.