I decided awhile ago that come the beginning of the year it was time to finalize the baby’s room and get everything in place for his arrival.  Apparently I’m the one “nesting”.  We were both careful not to overdo the baby room, both of us preferring a simple and less cluttered approach.  We headed to the store to stock up on baby supplies.  There is nothing scarier than the baby section of a store packed full of pregnant women.  I’ve been in this situation several times now and have yet to find a successful strategy.  At every turn there is another pregnant lady walking down the isle in the opposite direction.  I turn to run but no doubt another lady turns the corner and I am trapped for the time being.  I have since learned from the sighs, huffs, and stare downs of pregnant women to leave my cart at the end of the isle.  In spite of that I still somehow always find a way to park it right in front of the one item that everyone seems to be seeking.  This time one lady let me know her displeasure by quickly thrusting her hips into the cart and sending it flying.  I later found that this was probably just part of her and her pregnant cohorts’ plan.  As my cart was now unprotected at the end of the isle, someone came by and snatched the last baby bjorn out of it.  Chris 0  pregnant women +25.