Last Saturday night we ventured out of the house.  Gasp, I know, the perpetual homebodies got all dressed up and went to a dinner party.  The only people we knew were the hosts and as we mingled the obligatory what do you do was asked and for some reason “I own a maternity boutique” always gets some crazy conversation started.  Our new friend, whose wife was MIA at the moment, asked if I sell the Bugaboo.  My husband smiled and asked him how many kids he had to which he answered; none, my wife just has a file on baby stuff.  Then laughing he added that she even had a wedding file that pre-existed him.  My husband and our new friend instantly bonded over their shared relief of my wife really isn’t crazy, other women do this too (or at least she isn’t any crazier than the others, phew).  I had one question; where is your wife because I have a feeling I will love her. 

As we entered the room where said wife was chatting; her husband announced, hey honey, I was just telling them about that wedding file.  At first she blushed and gave him the look.  We have all given that look when our husbands publicly state something that should so obviously be private. What’s up with their censors anyway?  Sitting in a room of many women she quickly got over it and said, yes I had a wedding file and I have a baby file, they simply compliment my many other files.  And in 3 to 5 years when we need a stroller you, ungrateful husband, will thank me. 

Ahhh, women, we can be organized to a fault.  Or is it to a fault?  Would the world be chaos without those of us who create files and lists?  In case you are wondering what kind of woman I am let me just say I am getting excited just thinking about files and lists.  Just yesterday I asked my husband how we would ever fit a glider in the baby’s room.  What baby’s room?  We don’t have a baby.  No honey, we don’t have a baby, but one day we will and I wonder where I will sit.  Later I laughed as I tried to imagine what that conversation felt like for him.  There he was enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon, possibly thinking about what he might watch on TV only to realize his wife is wondering where she will sit in a year (or maybe more).

What kind of woman are you?  Did you have baby names and nursery décor picked out before you had conceived?  Do you just go with the flow and think those of us with files and lists are nuts?  Is your husband the list maker, if so do tell, they are a rare gem.

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