So I'm going to a girlfriend's tonight to meet her new baby girl. I swear I'm okay with it.... I SWEAR.... ::fingers crossed::
So I pull up to Babies R Us to get her a little something and I text a friend and I'm like "OMG - BRU - tear tear tear" but really, I'm okay. Really this time!
And then I walk in. "You cannot be the woman who breaks into hysterics in BRU" is what I kept repeating to myself over, and over, and over again. Even the woman pulling her hair out in aisle 3 trying to manage her rowdy kids wasn't enough to not make me wish I was shopping for myself.
::sigh:: If I were a crayon I'd be GREEN WITH ENVY.
Online shopping from here on in.