by Smokey Robinson
My mama told me, you better shop around/ Oh yeah, you better shop around
Today, LB and I went shopping for baby supplies for a friend - yet another friend - who just had a baby. Twins, actually. So we took the grand tour of Babies 'R Us, which is always translated in my head as "We are babies." Eventually, we got out of there with a couple of pacifiers for the boys, but the whole ordeal is murderous when you're wishing for a baby and a reason to buy half the store for your own house. LB and I have taken to wandering the baby section of Target, as well - just to scope out what we want to start stockpiling once this process works.
I'm getting stressed out by this whole waiting thing, and it's making me cranky. What I wouldn't give for a time machine to fast forward these next seven days!