{"id":691,"date":"2005-04-20T16:23:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-20T16:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/04\/so-sad.html"},"modified":"2005-04-20T16:23:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-20T16:23:00","slug":"so-sad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/04\/so-sad.html","title":{"rendered":"So Sad"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our mother&#8217;s helper is on school vacation week, so this week&#8217;s blog is being brought to you by the letter &#8220;J&#8221; and the number 9.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;We&#8217;re having a really tough time coming up with a name for the baby. Oh, we&#8217;re pretty much decided on what her name will be post-utero. What we&#8217;re struggling with is her in-utero name. Doodles was so obviously and completely a Brown Brown and it flowed naturally. Deucette doesn&#8217;t flow. Neither do any of the other names we&#8217;ve chosen. Through one of those long succession of this name leads to that name, I started calling her Bubbles, which I actually really liked. But the minute Doodles heard &#8220;Bubbles,&#8221; he became overly excited, shouting out, &#8220;Bubbles! Bubbles!&#8221; It took much consternation on his part before I realized, &#8220;Oh, he wants me to blow bubbles.&#8221; Since I refuse to blow bubbles every time I mention the name of his sister, that&#8217;s out. So for now, our little blob is nameless. So sad.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Doodles has a doll. Now that I&#8217;m showing, I went to Toys R Us and picked him out a baby doll. I saw one I really liked, complete with pacifier, bib, bottle and whatnot. And then I saw the price tag. $49.95. For a lousy hunk of plastic? Luckily, if you dig deep enough down on the shelves, you can find the no-frills $9.95 doll, which is what Doodles ended up with. He occasionally likes to cuddle the baby and once or twice has given her a kiss, but she&#8217;s nowhere near as fascinating as his own belly button.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Speaking of pink, someone in town was giving some toys away, and I went to get some. She had a nice pink tricycle and she said, &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s pink. You wouldn&#8217;t be interested in that.&#8221; I said, &#8220;Well, Doodles doesn&#8217;t know the difference [and if you ask him the color of anything right now, he&#8217;ll say &#8220;red&#8221; no matter what the color] and if it makes you feel better, the next one will be a girl.&#8221; But it struck me as odd that in this day an age anyone would even care anymore about that pink\/blue thing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;While I was in Toys R Us, I noticed that they were having a sale on sundresses. There were some <i>really<\/i> cute sundresses. I was totally tempted to buy a whole bunch of them because, you know, by next summer, sundresses may not exist anymore and then my poor unnamed daughter will not only be unnamed, she&#8217;ll be naked too. So sad. I was able to refrain, though. I&#8217;ve only bought one flowered onesie at Costco, and that was simply to try and get me into the mind set of &#8220;girl.&#8221; Didn&#8217;t work.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;I started chatting with a mom on the street, and she asked me, &#8220;When are you due?&#8221; There was a rather uncomfortable pause as I tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Finally, it clicked. &#8220;Oh, September 3.&#8221; Amazing how I can not only forget I&#8217;m pregnant but when I do remember, forget that I have this big belly that advertises to the world that I am indeed with child. Hope I remember by the time she is born, because otherwise she&#8217;ll be unnamed, naked, and left behind at the mall by the mother who forgot about her. 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