Wednesday, November 09, 2005
( 9:13 AM ) teahouse
Over the weekend I went to my first ever baby shower.
I had to go to the brand new mega-Babies 'R Us to buy a gift off the registry for my pregnant friend K.
It was an overwhelming experience. Several floors of baby stuff - baby clothes, strollers, bottles, and lots of babies being wheeled around.
On may way up the elevator, I stood next to two new mommies. Both were pushing baby strollers and cooing to their babies.
Both were also dressed in black leater, spiky boots, and one had red-streaked hair.
One leaned over and talked to her baby, "Aren't you a cute little thing? Aren't you? Aren't you? Want your bottle? Want it, my wittle winkums?"
When she leaned over, I saw that she had a huge tattoo on her lower back, above her pants line. I think it was a black widow spider, but I was too polite to stare.
When I got the print-out of my friend K's registry, there was only one item left. So I bought it.
I called the Boy later that day.
"Uh, you and I got K a breast pump," I said. "Do you mind? There was nothing left, and I didn't know what to buy for a baby."
"Huh huh huh huh.." he grunted like a teenage boy. "You said breast.." #