Yesterday I bought a wee purple jumper from the baby girl clothes section.
But only after making sure February sits well within the store's window for returns.
I must have picked up that dress (so cute! so tiny!) and put it back down ten times before realizing IT'S JUST A PIECE OF CLOTHING. An Ethica SWAT team will not come banging down my door because I dared buy a dress for a girl who is not yet (and may never be) my daughter.
I have never regretted our decision to start our family via adoption. But it sure can make me crazy in the head sometimes.