Pregnant women freak me out. I know that sounds horrible, but it is true. In my opinion, pregnancy is not beautiful. It is a miracle from God, there's no question about it, but it is just not pretty. If you didn't know, my bff is preggers. I am very happy for her and I know she will make a wonderful mom. But, as you can imagine, this freaked me out tremendously. I went down to my hometown this weekend and Lucy happened to go also to spend some time with the family. So naturally I wanted to take a present to little unborn Ryan Stone. For some reason, she decided to register at Babies R Us. Even though I have had many friends that have had babies, and have gotten many a baby gift, this was my first experience at Babies R Us. To say that it was a nightmare would be putting it mildly. The store is close to my office, so I thought I would print out the registry and run in on my lunch break one day. Simple, right? Wrong. First, how in the heck are you supposed to read the registry anyway? I must have printed it off in a different language because I could not understand half of it. Then I get in there and after dodging pregnant women and screaming babies, I find myself on the breast feeding isle. Are you kidding me? Then after wandering around aimlessly for what seemed like hours, I finally find someone kind enough to help me. All I needed was a piece of Jungle Tales bedding. We find Jungle Babies, Jungle Safari, Jungle Animals, Roaring Lions, any kind of jungle theme you can imagine...except Jungle Tales. So, the lady who obviously loved her job, asked me if I printed the registry off the computer. The she sighs and tells me it is online only. That's a little piece of advice that would have saved me tremendously, Lucy. I get fed up and leave, only to return 3 days later. I end up getting a Boppy that she registered for. Then I have to stand in line with more crying babies, and more pregnant people than I would care to know are in the world. When I finally check out, the guy asks me if I have a preferred shopper card. Do I look like a preferred shopper? I pretty much sprinted out with the Boppy in hand. I don't know which was crying out louder, the kid in the parking lot that wanted a toy truck, or my uterus. Turns out, a Boppy is just a U-shaped pillow. A prop if you will. All that for a pillow. But, Lucy and Ryan Stone loved it and it was all worth it in the end. Now every time he props up, he will think of me.
