Yes, I’m still alive. No, the computer hasn’t exploded. I’ve just been, well, a little freaked out. You see, Mini-Me will be here in a month.

Ack!

So the last few days, I’ve been running around trying to figure out how, exactly, to prepare for the next 18 years of her life before her arrival. Kevin, wise man that he is, has learned to quietly tip-toe away when he sees me gnashing my teeth and rolling my eyes while charting the pros and cons of Pampers vs Huggies. It’s like a bad scene from Where the Wild Things Are except I appear to the only Wild Thing.

Probaby the worse part is that, in reality, I have no idea at all what I’m doing. Oh yes, I have the crib and the car seat but it’s the little stuff that’s killing me. Do you have any idea how many types of diaper cremes are on the market? Or nursing pad? Diaper wipes? Bottle nipples? Why can’t someone just put together a huge kit and guarentee that EVERYTHING you’ll need for the first month will be in there. Dude, that’d be worth $1,000 just for piece of mind alone! Instead, I find myself wandering through Babies R Us wondering if that diaper wipe warmer really will make my child happy or not and thoughtfully reading the advertisment claiming that playing Mozart over Bach will increase brain development.

Ack! (Or have I already said that?!?!)

So please forgive me if my blogging is a little sporatic. Odds are pretty good I’m tussling with the deeper issue of which baby bottle liner works best.

I knew we should have just adopted another dog but noooooo, Kevin wanted a baby. Ack.