Just ran through the grocery store today and stumbled into the baby isle. AHHHH!! Tell me there's a point when this feeling subsides where I get a shudder down the spine and my pulse quickens when I view baby things?? The same "oh, so cute!" crap that my wife/mom-in-law/mom/sisters oggle over and get all melty for makes me curl up in a ball and weep.

I'm way behind on getting started researching how much this child is going to cost us. I made an attempt to get myself looking at prices of diapers and baby wipes and... *shudder*... ugh, I had to skitter back to the automotive section right quick.

Initial figures back when we used to talk about having kids (looooong ago) were numbers like "a ton" and "too much" and "way lots and more", but I'm thinking those numbers aren't quite specific enough. I'll look around soon for some sort of "new baby cost calculator" to figure on things like wearable poop containers (diapers) and various pieces of must-have kiddo junk.

Be warned: I'm also going to find the numbers of the % of waste in the landfills that are diapers-- that's a very big number and it's pathetic, I think. Oh, and lest you think we won't be contributing to said landfill disgustery, I fully remember my mom and sisters washing cloth diapers back when I was a kid. NO THANKS!! (Sorry mom, but I just don't think that's something that will make this whole thing look better to me right now.)

Diapers are evil. Hmmm... maybe it's the baby poop that's evil? That, I'm sure, is something I'll be saying soon enough.