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We all understand the basic concept of a baby registry.  Right?

Pregnant women and adopting parents sign up at a store of their choosing for the items that they want.  Then friends and family carefully select the largest, least expensive item on the list.  [Biggest bang for your buck]

If for some reason you either can’t access the registry online, in the store, or you just don’t give a shit then you purchase a gift card - just make sure it’s obnoxiously cute.

Now, what I can’t understand is how I managed to get only two of the things that I registered for yet was given like 50 bibs.  OK…more like two packs of five but we don’t use bibs and I made a point of NOT registering for them.

I know some of you are thinking that I should just be happy that I got anything at all but I’m calling bullshit on that.

The invitations informed everyone of the places where I was registered and when someone goes out of their way to tell you that shit, you buy from those places!

For the love of Sailor Jerry!

One of the places I registered at was Wal-Mart!  You’re telling me that they didn’t go to freakin’ Wal-Mart at some point before the shower?  Come on.  I live in Arkansas; everyone goes to Wal-Mart at least once a week and that’s why I registered there.  I mean, I didn’t want to appear stuck-up by just registering at Target.  I’m a down-to-earth type of girl; I care.

It just boils down to common courtesy.  I spend the time to tell you what to get me and you get me something from the list.

My pregnant rant is now over.  Carry on with your normal day-to-day activities.