Sucked. Everywhere I went there were baby reminders. The fabric store...baby fabrics and yarns. The scrapbooking store...baby papers and embellishments. The dollar store...a woman and her mother happily planning and shopping for her baby shower. The toy store...baby days sale (not to mention the million or so beautiful tiny babies with their obviously new mothers). I can't escape it. I want to crawl in a hole and never come out. I'd probably run into baby rabbits in that hole, with my luck.
Tomorrow is two months by the calendar. The 11th. I hate the 11th.