Nesting

Today I got off of work early and somehow found myself wandering around Target. Actually, it was more like spending 45 minutes walking very slowly down every single baby aisle. I didn't buy anything and had no intention to do so. Not knowing the age or size of our baby has made it incredibly easy to not shop. Every time I see something cute I can logically talk myself out of buying it because if I did I might just be creating a really large return pile for myself. We actually haven't purchased anything. I just wanted to be around baby stuff. I have been looking for bedding because I am feeling like I need to get my act together and start turning the now guest room into a nursery but I can't find anything I like. The more I look the more I realize I am just not a classical Pooh person. Brian called me a Pooh-hater today and I'm not, I swear, it's just not me. I found some things that I think I kinda like in the catalog at Target. They are from JJ Cole and are a touch more modern rather than really baby/nursery feel. If they weren't $200 I might be more willing to settle on these that I like rather than holding out for something I love. I would like to try and find them in person though to see if I do end up "loving" one of the sets. Luckily Brian doesn't laugh too much at my antics. A while back he said "it's not weird Autumn, you're just nesting. At least I think that's what they call it."

I am also acting a touch like a hormonal pregnant lady, but the emotional adopting lady counterpart. I chopped off my hair. Approximately 7 inches. I walked into the salon, looked at my hair dresser and said, "I want Mom hair." She was laughing, I wasn't. I don't know exactly why I did it. My hair has never been this short, at least not since elementary school. I was hoping it would make me look older so I might ward off some of those "you are too young to be a Mom" comments. I don't think it worked. Also I was starting to think about maintenance. When would I have time to do my hair with a baby? Babies love to pull my long hair and I just didn't want to deal with that every day. Maybe it was a control thing. So many things in life right now are so out of my control so I made a controlled big decision. Enough psychoanalyzing myself. I have no idea. At least it wasn't one of those hair traumas where you cry for 3 days later.

Here is a picture of my "Mom hair." Brian and I went to a 30th birthday disco party. There are a lot of qualities we have that will make us good parents. Although looking hot in our groovy disco duds isn't one of them - it's certainly a bonus!