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It has been no secret that I have not enjoyed this pregnancy.  There isn’t a lot to look forward to besides getting bigger and well, obviously, someones arrival.  The one thing I have kept focused on is the day I got to go start our baby registry.  Sounds so small but for me it was an exciting thing to look forward to.  That day finally came over this past weekend.

We are having two baby showers towards the end of August and I felt there was no better way to celebrate my birthday this past weekend than diving through a store with a scanning gun.  We chose Babies R Us and Target to register at.  I would have actually done Buy Buy Baby over Babies R Us but ours is not done being built.  We chose to do two places as not everyone has a Babies R us near them, nor do some people want to make the trek into one.  It can be overwhelming.

To prep for this day I printed a registry suggestion list from Babies R Us website.  I went through the list and crossed off things that I knew were a waste of money, not needed for our family, or were already purchased (carseat/stroller/furniture.) For the larger items i.e. swings, bassinets, etc, I did some research ahead of time online so I had an idea of exactly what I wanted to register for after I was able to see/touch the item.  I knew this would make going in a lot easier.  I also wanted to avoid mindless registering, which is what we ended up doing on our wedding registry, and I feel that is how you end up with really expensive, random kitchen items, that stay tucked away in the pantry.  We don’t want our house littered with baby items that are used very little or not at all.  I have a decent memory of what we used with Rebecca, granted every baby is different, but it helped.

So off we went, the moment the doors opened at Babies R Us (to avoid crowds) and were handed our scanning gun by a helpful lady at a desk who explained all sorts of fun things.  I can say it went fairly well and we made a large dent in what we wanted to register for.  We had a good time together and laughed our asses off for much of it.  It was eye-opening to the Husband, to say the least.  You can say we are not very “Team Pink” by any means and if you didn’t know better, you would think we were having a boy or didn’t know the gender based on the amount of gender neutral items we chose with a few truck prints tossed in, courtesy of my construction Husband.  And dog printed stuff.  I think stores need to be a bit more gender equal on animals, dogs are not just for boys and cats are not just for girls.  Needless to say, if we have a boy one day down the road all of these items would still work.

After some lunch to refuel we headed to Target and that was the beginning of a disaster.  Let me start by saying, Target is my mecca.  Who doesn’t love a good cruise through that place?  The youngest girl to ever work at Target customer service handed us a scanner, said all directions were on the scanner and walked away.  Huh? After a struggling set up on the damn thing (It listed myself as the role of father) we headed to the baby section.  I was saving smaller, basic items for Target.  (Sheets, onsies, lotions, etc) To start with, we almost threw the scanner because it refused to do its one main job.  Then it would delete something we did scan or error out.  Plus, the choices were so damn slim in store or the shelves were bare.  We ended at the alcohol aisle where I indeed register for rum but not my rum of choice because that one refused to scan.  Points to the friends who will purchase THAT bottle.

We finally sat in the middle of the diaper aisle, feeling exhausted, listening to a Dad in another aisle ask his young son if he wanted the blue balls over and over.  We are so inmature, we laughed our asses off.  Defeated, we decided we would just go back to Babies R Us, next weekend, to add to our registry for everything that Target greatly lacked.  Oh, Target, how you disappointed me.  And yes, we could add more online but I live in the midwest, where to this day, not all people have internet and for those that do they sure as hell aren’t going to order anything online.  Just being realistic here for our kind gift givers.

With that I went home, got online and changed my online Target registry profile to list me as the mother, instead of the father.  So far, we are nailing this parenting thing.