I'm jealous of my unborn child. That's right. See, yesterday on our lunch break The Swede and I went to Big Baby to order our stroller since it has a long delivery time and I was offered a free box full of goodies for preggos. Or so I thought. At home that evening I tore the lid off and did an inventory of the contents and everything was for the baby except a lousy magazine which I've already read three times in the midwife's waiting room and a sample of stretch mark oil. Um, hello? It says "pregnant" on the box not "baby". I have to admit that two pacifiers, newborn diapers, wipes, washes and lotions galor, a forehead thermometer (humanity has come a long way since 1982), and lots more - ALL FREE! - is pretty sweet, but would a coupon for a massage and maybe some jewelry for the lady doing all the work have killed them?
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