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I finally saw The 40 Year Old Virgin, and it was as great as I thought it'd be. I laughed through the whole thing, and all the characters were great. I really wanted to work at Smart Tech after that. Those guys know how to have fun.

Beforehand, we went to Old Navy to check out their maternity clothes. They don't have too many, the online selection is tons better. But it was so cute to see what I'd be wearing. Basically, it all looks like cute clothes for really really fat people. Which I guess I'll soon be. At least the sizes stay the same, I won't have to start buying XXXL or anything. I might just have to hide in a closet then. That reminds me of buying my wedding dress. Did you know the move the sizes up? So if you are a 6 like me, you're probably buying a 14. I have never in my life felt more like a cow then I did when I bought my bridesmaid dress for Jen's wedding. No one warned me, I thought I had gained 80 pounds on the ride over to East Providence.

I also went into Baby's R Us because it was next door and I had some time to spare. I fell in love, like I need to move into this place. Everything is so cute. I wanted to walk down the aisles forever, but I was feeling exhausted after standing for over 10 minutes straight. Luckily they have the best rocking chairs on the planet there. I tried most of them out while I looked at the crib bedding options on the wall. That is until a little girl came up to me and touched me. Creeped me out, it was like Disney World. I moved right away and she followed me through the store. I would have wondered if she was a ghost, my future child, but she was Indian and Peter is rather pasty (cough) I mean pale.

So I've decided that since I want to, I'm going to buy up everything I can. I want the cute cribs, 4 different bedding types, matching crib, bureau, and changing table, rugs and curtains that match all the bedding, a little chair, the rocking chair (comes with an ottoman), etc. Peter better get that bonus, he has a wife with shopping on her mind!

As you can see from the picture, my child is no longer a shrimp. He is now starting to look like an actual baby, which makes me very happy. I was beginning to get nervous that I had been raped by some sort of weird sea creature in my sleep and repressed the memories. I still think it's a boy, Peter still thinks it's a girl. Hey, we might both be right. If we have a hermaphrodite, it'll be named Pat and will have an awesome skit on SNL, so not all would be bad. Actually, I'm insisting that the baby is healthy, so nothing like that is allowed in the universe, or else hell will be paid to someone or something.