Usually, I start a nursery as soon I find out I am pregnant. Not so this time. I don't want my hormonal tastes to change, and then hate everything I bought. So, I am patiently waiting for my third trimester. Don't get me wrong, I have been talking about it for the last 5+ months, so much, that I am sure Daddy is tired of hearing about it. "What else do you need besides some jeans, tees, diapers, and some bottles?" he always asks....Oh dear, this could be difficult. I have weighed out the pros and cons of used versus new. Cheap versus spendy. Blue, yellow, or green. So many decisions. There are things with my first two that I would never do again. And things I want to try this time. Now, normally, I am an organized nut, but I have just been browsing. And then, about 4 days ago...it happened. The List. Once I started, there was nooooo stopping me. I browsed the Internet, different stores, and came up with the things I needed, and wanted. Did an average price for them. And then prepared how to tell Daddy how much money I needed for the nursery.

 When Daddy got home, I suggested we run to Walmart to grab something quick for dinner...he rolled his eyes, took a quick shower, and off we went. As we walked back to grab some milk, I suggested that we take a quick peak at the baby section. He reluctantly agreed, as I am sure after a 12 hour day as a mechanic for 18 wheelers, he was a bit tired. He pointed out some baby jeans and shirts, commented on how cheap diapers were compared to Alaska, and was ready to go. I was not. I casually pointed out a Diaper Genie...to which he was very confused. Then I pointed out a bottle set (I have problems and can't breast feed), to which he asked me why we couldn't just get the bottles at the Dollar Store. Not that I am not one for a great bargain, because I am...but i just can't bring myself to buy something that important from a dollar store. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person. As I pointed out car seats (more confusion on his part), and a crib...I soon realized that this was a lost cause....as a man, he is a wonderful provider, and terrific with my kids. But when it comes to baby stuff, and anything from the store for that matter...he is a child of privilege, and is just used to handing someone money to go buy whatever is needed. How sad is that?

 So, at first, I was a little upset, I wanted his help and input...not just the bank card. I managed to ignore him for the next 5 minutes or so while I stewed over his snobbiness, and lack of interest in our babies nursery. And then I realized, he is a man, and as long as his baby is well taken care of, and has what he needs, he will be happy. He could care less about blue, yellow, or green; second-hand or new;, dollar bottles or slightly more upscale. So, I quit walking 5 paces ahead of him, and slipped my hand into his. He started to apologize for being such an insensitive butt. And this is where I stopped him. I told him I was sorry, after all, it is his first baby...and told him that I would be more than happy to take his money to build our Baby's nursery...and that I wouldn't ask his opinion on one more color or clothing item. But that he would be involved in every step of the way. After all, I'm going to need someone to haul all that stuff out of the store, up the stairs, and assemble it in the baby room. So, in the next month, I will have the Perfect Nursery....designed by Mom, and put together by Daddy.