Bear with me.

I know this is going to make me sound, well, borderline psychotic, but…

I am totally bummed that Dooce put up pictures of her baby’s nursery. Not that I don’t love it. Of course I love it.

That’s the problem.

Ahem. I’m not pregnant yet. And the beautiful pink birdie bedding I saw weeks ago at Target is all over that nursery. Which means soon, it’ll be gone. Because every pregnant woman under the sun will shriek with glee, “Oh Target! Oh honey, look! What beautiful crib bedding for our precious baby girl!”
It’s ok. I figure, this is the universe’s way of telling me I’ll have boys and that I couldn’t use the super-precious, perfect-in-every-way pink birdie prints anyway.

Sonofabitch.