humpday confessions -- baby edition

Oh Wednesday... how I love thee. Today's going to be the day where I pay penance for all of my bad, baby-related thoughts and actions. Oops?

• Ugly babies make me feel awkward. ESPECIALLY when I know the mom. I've been faced with a couple in the past week, and... sigh. I hate lying and saying she's (yes, they were both girls) such a cute baby, because SHE SO IS NOT, but what else are you going to say? Ugh.
  
•  I've bought way too much stuff for Baby B this month. Like, seriously, it's getting to be a problem. I'm a little bit sorry about it, but only a little. I still stand by my strategy of buying things a little at a time.
  
• This morning my regular radio show had on a panel of dads to talk about fatherhood and such (the host's wife is pregnant), and I had to turn it off because it started to make me mad. I mean, it was a really nice thing, and they all were glowing about kids and fatherhood, but I was starting to get jealous. And not the motivating kind of jealous, the kind of jealous that makes you want to hit someone with a baseball bat and steal whatever they have that you want. That's not a good color on me.
  
• I can. not. wait. to buy a maternity wardrobe. Seriously, I need new clothes something fierce, and NEEDING to buy all new clothes in a different size is just the excuse I need. I mean, why buy anything now when (hopefully!) in 6 months I won't be able to wear any of it? Must power through.
  
• I'm totally loving knitting all these little stuffed toys for Baby B. I always have been a sucker for instant(ish) gratification. I got out the toy bin that I bought ages ago (as stated before, it's a problem) and have started throwing my completed items in there. It's fun!

Whew. Feels good to get that off my chest. Am I the only one that feels uncomfortable around/about ugly babies? I sincerely hope that my future baby/babies aren't ugly, although it's certainly an unfortunate possibility.