Baby Slapdash

So, I have a few things on my mind. Some of them seem very important and others sort of trivial. Read at your own risk.

* Yesterday, a bank robbery took place in my city...just down the street from where I went to high school. I live about 15 miles from there now, but I did attend high school about a mile from the bank. A good friend lives less than a mile from where this happened. She has a year-old son. I was very nervous for them. And why, you ask, was I concerned about this particular bank robbery in contrast to all of the other bank robberies that happen in my big city? Because the robber shot, without provocation, a 30-yr. old teller in the lower abdomen who was 5 months pregnant with twins. She let him take whatever he wanted and never resisted. And he still shot her. In her lower abdomen. Where she was carrying two babies. Where the hell are peoples' brains? Why would anyone do this? He got the money. No one stopped him from taking it. And he shot a pregnant woman. And this is why I hate people. And I did cry because of this...in part because of my hormones and in part because I'm not sure what I would have done in that woman's position. I'm not sure what I'd do if my unborn child was in any sort of harm.

* I ordered the crib on 3/31. It was set to ship from the factory on 4/14 and I was to allow 4-7 additional business days for delivery. And here it is, 4/22, and do you think I have a crib? Nope. The baby will be sleeping in one of her dresser drawers, I guess. Oh well. Who really needs a bed for their baby anyway? I suppose I will have to call and yell at someone tomorrow morning...

* Learning the gender of the baby and giving her a name has really driven home the permanence of my situation. You know, the "I'm growing a baby" situation. I can't go back from this. I no longer have a choice. I got a tattoo with no problem. I never had any thoughts about the fact that it's a permanent mark on my body. But I'm JUST NOW realizing that I HAVE to have this baby and raise it. Oh no. What have we done?