But I'm afraid of being inundated with nothing but pink baby things, pink bows, pink ribbons, pink socks, pink lacy dresses, in short so much pink that I could puke.
Then I would have to take Pepto-Bismol to stop the sickness. Which is also pink.
I've started a registry of several basic things, little onesies (all white!) and swaddle and receiving blankets (only one that turned out to be pink) and a few other things I've been collecting, which I will post some pictures of later this week. This past weekend I repainted an old dresser that will also serve as the changing table. I painted the body tan and the drawers gloss white and added some brushed nickel drawer pulls. It is neither feminine nor masculine looking, and I plan to keep the walls the same silvery blue color they are now. Though I suppose as I add more things to the room (my old Raggedy Ann doll, my antique My Little Pony collection, a pastel blanket crocheted by my great grandmother, and my tree mural complete with birds and flowers, the room will probably end up looking like it is for a little girl. Plus all the pink shit I will undoubtedly receive.
There is one thing I saw that I liked. A little body suit with a big bulldog on the front.
And it's pink.
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