Tuesday, September 13, 2011
What The Hell Did We Talk About?!?!
What the HELL did I talk about before I got pregnant?
I'm really trying to think about my conversations I had with people prior to pregnancy. I honestly can't remember any. I mean... I would ask my friends about their family, kids, jobs, etc. BUT...when I had hour long conversations, WHAT THE HELL DID WE TALK ABOUT!?!?
The only reason I'm wondering is... I don't want to talk about anything but Stanley. I constantly think about him, and I probably annoy everyone with how much I talk about him. AND...He's not even here yet. I went to Baby Gap yesterday... just to buy Maternity clothes. Yes, they have a FABULOUS Maternity section there. So, I gathered up my clothes and was walking over to the check-out counter, when I felt horrible for not buying Stanley cup something. I knew there would be baby clothes in there when I arrived, but I didn't realize how cute they would be!!! I tried sooooo hard not to buy him his millionth thing, but I just HAD TO! I mean when will I see a navy blue pea coat for newborns..... or ripped up jeans... or thermal long sleeve shirts... EVER AGAIN?!?! He HAS to have these things. I mean he WILL be born in January... it will be freezing. He needs these things. So, I ended up buying an obscene amount of stuff. When I told Brian, he said, "Stanley isn't going to be little forever... he doesn't need every shirt in the store." I had to remind him that I don't just buy newborn stuff...I buy up to one year too! I mean there are 365 days in a year.... he will need a different outfit each day....right?! Ugh... men don't get it.
Ok...so back to my point. This child is constantly on my mind. I never buy anything for myself anymore...unless it's maternity clothes which I just had to break down and buy some because I'm starting to look like a homeless. Besides that... I can't stop thinking about him. I even talked about him to the check-out lady at Gap. I talked her ear off....she probably never wants to hear the name Stanley again.
They way I see it... he deserves these things. He kicked alllllll day yesterday. When he kicks, I know he wants me to know he's doing okay. So, I HAVE to reward this behavior....with a toy... or clothes.. or ya know... something for him. PLEASE tell me I'm not the only mother like this! There has to be more obsessed ladies...right!??!