We started Christmas shopping over the weekend. Between Hubs' family and mine we have a lot of people to buy for, and we like to get shopping done and over with before the mad rush. I wanted to go to a specific store to get something for my sister (the pregnant one) that I knew was on sale and while I was there I decided to look at some clothes for my youngest niece. I wouldn't say that browsing the baby section is something I enjoy, but when I have a specific objective, it's not so bad. Except yesterday it was bad.
I am a crazy dog lady. I love my dog to pieces and I spoil him rotten. So when I was in the store yesterday and found an adorable little onesie shirt thing with my dog all over it (well, my dog's breed), I got excited. My first thought was to buy it and stock it away for my someday baby. Almost as fast I remembered that there would be no someday baby. As I stood there in the middle of the store, tears rolling down my cheeks and looking like a fool, I put it back on the shelf. There was never going to be a someday baby to buy it for. And I couldn't bear the though of buying it for someone else, because seeing their baby in it would just be too much. I sucked it up enough to purchase what I went there for and made it out of the store to my car where I had an ugly cry. Then I let it go and moved on.
So now I guess I can add dog onesies to my list of triggers. Ugh.