Week 16 - Responsibly Conspiracy

The weekend after clothes shopping S&P were not done torturing me. 

I liked the idea of a hip-trendy gender reveal party, especially since my wedding was pretty traditional.  A lot of progress has been made in 8 years... I mean now colors like yellow and purple are normal, wearing converse is acceptable and non-standard cakes are the rule, not the exception. At the time, I was just quirky & weird. Apparently, I was just ahead of my time. 

S&P made the executive decision they are throwing a gender reveal party for us & our family. This meant that I would not get to know at the ultrasound (if the bell pepper would cooperate - fingers crossed), but would have to wait to be surprised with everyone else. (I like this idea... for someone else. Seriously. I like knowing things, how am I supposed to wait LONGER. ugh.)

For the party, despite the fact that I don't really have to DO anything, I have to make decisions and do responsible things (without the ability to procrastinate). I hate decisions. I save them for special occasions, I save the daily stuff for my Hubby (I prefer the role of veto-er). Procrastination on the other hand, I can support. 

ANYWAY, I had to make decisions about when, where, how many people, etc. I had to be responsible and make a list of names & collect addresses. Worst of all, I had to make a baby registry. I had to decide on ALL THE THINGS!

It was decided that Saturday would be when it all when down. S prepped me with all kinds of things to think about. Disposable diapers or reusable? Will you run with the baby? On an on. Getting me thinking before I stood in Babies-R-Us and just stared at things.

It was also the plan to P & I to finish my shopping. In theory we were going to go downtown and get tank-tops & bras, since there is a Nordstroms & the Gap actually has a maternity section (of all the stores, I didn't expect to find it in this one!) Luckily, this is one plan that fell through. Too much collaboration that was not panning out. Besides, a girl can only stand so much shopping in one day. Instead, despite me being a complete brat refusing to make a decision on lunch (I didn't want to use up my powers too early in the day), P brought me amazing roast beef sandwiches, Tim's Sour Cream & Onion chips AND surprise (starbursts - cuz the baby gets what the baby wants). 

Finally, on a fully belly & a few surprises in my purse for a just-in-case pick me up, we headed south to do some shopping. We met up with S (gotta have some guidance, or I would just stand around and stare), and I was off to get my scanner. 

We started with the major purchases. Car seats (testing for weight & handle type), strollers (need one that will be small enough to fit with the dogs in the back but sturdy enough for sketchy sidewalks), Swings, playpen, mattresses, & high chairs. I was doing pretty well. Making decisions left and right (apparently I am a fan of multi-purpose items). It helped to have a gun that I could use to *pew pew pew* at S&P when necessary.

At some point (somewhere between playpens & mattresses) I had a realization  My belly was hard. Not like a hard spot here and there but the whole thing. The WHOLE BUMP! It was weird. And I couldn't stop touching it. 

We moved on to some of the smaller stuff like baby gates, backpacks & diaper bags. I was still making decisions, but I could feel the tiredness creeping in and with it the grumpy bear. By the time we made it to the bottles all I could do was scowl at the display and push buttons. Luckily, P noticed this and S&P conspired that we would have to return another day.

I thankfully handed over my gun & we left the store. But not before a pit stop at Ashley furniture so S could scope out some bedroom sets for her new (MASSIVE) master. It was a good thing that there were beds & that I had stashed away a couple of starbursts. 

The best part was, my M-in-Law decided that she wanted to be able to buy gender stuff for the baby, which meant after the reveal. So, now I had months to finish off my registry. Score 1 for procrastination!