The Land of Pink

I've been raiding the pink-ridden baby departments of every store I go into lately. Just picking up little things like white onesies and receiving blankets in preparation for Baby. The only big item I have left to buy is a jogging stroller so I can not be a lard after she arrives. I can take her with me while I sweat off all the weight she made me gain. : P Plus knowing I spent the kind of money a jogging stroller costs will be a motivator to actually get out there and, well, jog.

Going on three weeks without any word from Ryan. No news is good news, but I miss him. And I want to tell him about the car and all the adorable pinkess I've purchased in some way other than letter form. Seriously, I have enough pink to kill someone in here. It's mostly clothing and accessories so it's all tucked away in drawers, but geez. I love me some pink, but I think I might be on the verge of ridiculous. Poor Ryan. At least I had my family order bigger items they're gifting like the swing and pack 'n' play in a brightly colored random animals theme that would be more gender neutral. I want to be able to reuse the more expensive items with future children, boy or girl. And those items will be in the main living space. So at least I'm attempting to corral the pink into the nursery where Ryan doesn't have to be constantly surrounded by it. Cause I'm pretty sure even I'd start to hate pink if I had to have all of this stuff in my living room.

















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Anyone looking into computer memory?