I'm 33+1 today and went to Babies R Us yesterday. I honestly cannot bring myself to buy anything at all. It's partly that I have convinced myself that it's all going to go wrong, and also partly because I can't bear to look at the cute fluffy baby toys and things - the pathos drives me to tears.
I nearly cried when I saw their "Loved and Adored" range because I just pictured poor Baby P and unnamed neglected children wearing that stuff and the irony of it all.
This is weird, isn't it?