Baby Alert!
Tomorrow I'll know the real name of Twinkeltoes, the baby that my friends will be delivering. For some reason they are keeping the potential names secret, though at one time they did mention a few. And I'll be proven right or wrong on the gender. I've insisted boy! while the mom's sister-in-law (another person who "is never wrong") insists girl!, but I wasn't confident enough to make any of the presents I bought gender-oriented.
Just buying the gifts was tough enough. The high chair and the bouncy seat last December were easy. Tonight I headed out to get a stuffed animal of some sort or another more personal gift. Walking into the baby section of Toys 'R' Us wasn't easy and the longer I spent there the harder it was to move and think. It's tough to believe that nearly 7 years after my Lydia Rose passed I would still have trouble with such shopping. After I made it to the car I had to sit for a while, breathing heavy and praying to God (as in "Help Me Out God" by Superchick). Boy, did I need a hug.
