I am no longer allowed to leave the house unsupervised

Because I have turned into that pregnant woman. You know the one-agitated, mad at the world, and cries at the drop of a hat. I was in Buy Buy Baby on Sunday and first I was in a crappy mood because it was pouring down rain. Then, they only had 4 expectant mother parking spaces (which were all taken) for a store that's meant for pregnant woman. Hello, whoever designed that should be shot. The aisles were ridiculously tiny and trying to maneuver through them with a shopping cart was a joke. So, of course, I would get halfway down the aisle, and some schmuck would start down the same aisle from the opposite direction with their cart. There was no fitting 2 carts so somehow I ended up being the one that constantly had to back my ass down the rest of the aisle to get out. Seriously, here is a thought non-pregnant Buy Buy Baby shoppers, how about moving your cart and letting the enormous pregnant woman waddle past you instead of making more work for her?
Then what happens? While trying to decided between the three thousand baby thermometers, I started to cry. How the hell am I supposed to know which brand is better? Does it matter if the thermometer has a backlight? Do I need the one that can pull a transformer and change from rectal to under the arm to under the tongue (because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want one put in my mouth that had been in someone's butt)? And all that just reminded me that I could not be more unprepared to take care of this baby. Who just happens to be coming in 5 weeks or less.
So what was the logical thing to do? Wonder around the store for another 2 hours, being mad at the other customers who crossed my path, and putting more stuff in my cart. I guess if I can't take care of Squishy, at least I'll have a lot of crap to distract him/her.