We went shopping for baby furniture today. C's mom has very graciously offered to buy our furniture. We keep telling her she can let it count as birthdays and Christmas for us, but she's so excited about finally being a grandmother that I don't think she's really listening to us. I guess we should ask for carseats and strollers for our birthdays then, right? ;)
We went to a place across town that we've heard about from a few people. Literally a giant baby furniture store. The first "nursery" right inside the door was not only set up in our favorite sports theme, but there was a $200 porcelain version of our favorite stadium on the shelf. Oh my. This is going to be an expensive little room. ;)
One friend said her and her husband had spent 4 hours there the first time they went so I was determined to get in and out in less than an hour. I think we did it in something like 50 minutes. We know which bed we want and from there picked out a matching dresser/changing table. I was surprised C had such strong opinions about the actual furniture. He could not possibly care less about the bedding and froofroo decorations, though. Picking out actual bedding is hard because we have no clue who we will be bringing home. There were lots of very pregnant mamas walking around the store and I couldnt help but envy them just a little because they know who they'll be bringing home already. I was a little insecure about that when the salesman approached us but as soon as we told him we were adopting, he congratulated us and acted like I was due any day.
A couple of things about shopping for furniture stand out in my mind and need to be written down in my "real" journal before I forget....
1) I can't believe we're shopping for baby furniture. For a baby. That will live with US. In 9 years of trying to have a biological child it was always so abstract to us. "When we get pregnant..." turned to "If we get pregnant..." through the years. Now we still don't know who we'll be bringing home or when that will be, but we know we will. Possibly within the next year or so. That still just amazes me. Our 4th bedroom has been many things since we moved into this house. For our first two years it was simply a storage room that remained closed because I couldn't bear to walk by it day after day and see it empty. I'm a little leary now of filling it with furniture with no set date on when the crib will be occuppied, but at the same time it's keeping us excited and motivated to keep doing what we need to do to bring somebody home forever.
2) We sat in many rocker/gliders and after about the 20th set I told C that whoever picked corduroy for a nursery glider had to have been either a man who had never rocked a baby in the middle of the night, or some woman who didn't have kids. It's currently 3million degrees in our city and the thought of sitting in a rocker for an hour (or more) with a sweet but hot little body on top of me while sitting on corduroy? Not happening. And besides the heat factor...the first time our sweet little baby puked on that corduroy chair, it would be ruined! Can I get an amen?