
I went to 6 drug stores in search of an acceptable gift bag to put my very well thought out, creative, and supertastic (because it’s clearly all about ME) baby gift in. All of them had ugly plain bags, and one adorable bag... For baby girls. Jeez, couldn’t she just be having a girl so that I could get this bag and call it a day? (yep, all about me). Finally, I drag my friend Katie into a mega-stationary store and we locate the perfect bag, tissue paper... Oh and don’t I need a card? Yes, but which one? There are ones with tiny little baby photos on them, little shoes, blue stork illustrations. There are ones that have long winded poems about how this is the best thing that has ever happened to you and you are so blessed... Your life will never be the same... There’s an angel in your home...Your precious baby that you’ve carried and nurtured in your belly... Forever changed by this wonderful gift of life. Really?? I might throw up reading those and I’m not even pregnant. Can’t we just cut to the chase? Congratulations on popping out that kid!? I know for birthdays they sell cards “from sister”, “from parents”... do they not sell you’re having a baby cards from your single friend?...
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