Today, we went to Babies R Us and registered.  I had originally planned to only register at Target Boutique, but when they didn’t carry the travel system we wanted, it became evident that we’d have to venture over to the store terrifying enough that it made Sarah’s ovaries shrivel.. the Babies R Us.

It’s not that Babies startle me.  Even the wayward and often backwards R just grates on my nerves.  And Us?  Well, I like Us.  A lot.  But walk in, and the first thing that greets you are breast pumps.  Of every make, shape, and size.  That’s enough to send any woman who likes her boobs screaming through the parking lot, clutching her chest, and shouting, “No, NO!  I’ll never attach anything battery-powered to you!”

However, I went today.

Honestly, it wasn’t that bad.  Having been overwhelmed at the much-smaller Target, I had been doing research online in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to ever, ever walk into a baby department again.  But as it turns out, the research was just what I needed to find a footing in the world of “this could kill your baby”. (For instance, today I learned that color changing spoons are NOT to dazzle your child with technology, but to warn you that their food might be too warm to serve.)

I actually played with the travel system we registered for.  I folded it, unfolded it, carried the carrier around, and pretended I was a mom.  I’m feeling good about it now.

Oh, and I also gave myself a manicure.

We’re a week out from six months.  I am almost in the last trimester.  Bryan asked me today if I’m excited yet, and I had to admit that it still doesn’t feel real.  I know that the baby’s kicking (God knows he’s a little Richard Simmons in there), but actually HAVING the baby seems a lifetime away.  I’m sure that will speed up when the Braxton Hicks arrive.

Oooh, but I can tell you this: being pregnant on a day when the high is 100 degrees SUCKS.