Yesterday, Mr. M and I drove out to the burbs and purchased the first major pieces of furniture for the new room in our house… and thus begins the “baby purchase” portion of our lives. After a long day of feeling like deer caught in headlights at the awesome independent baby store, we decided that the first set we liked was still the favorite, and settled on purchasing it over time using some artful coupons and such. Turns out we didn’t actually wait that long… as a handy google ad on the side of my Fantasy Football roster alerted me to the fact that the pieces were on sale over the weekend. So we hopped into the car, made a special trip out to make the order, and now wait until the hefty packages arrive at the store.
And while I’d like to share what else is planned for the nursery, I must admit that I have no idea. You see… Mr. M has made a deal that if I refuse to find out the sex of the baby, then he gets to decorate the nursery. I’m not completely out of the loop for major decisions, but the theme and design are all in his hands now. And while I might be sad that I’m missing out on some of this fun… I’m also getting an extra surprise out of the deal. Then again… who knows if Mr. M will be able to sweet talk an ultrasound rep to whisper the details to him on the side. I seriously wouldn’t put it past him!