I have a confession. I hate the way baby "stuff" looks. I know, not really convenient for a woman who is about to have her first child -- and who lives in a one-bedroom apartment. The fluffy chairs, all the plastic, and the pink (oh, gawd, the pink). It's so not my style. And, as far as I'm concerned, right now, my style is my unborn daughter's style. And it will be until she's at least old enough to, you know, talk.
In anticipation of her arrival (and out of my love for interior design), I've started decorating her room. AKA the nursery. AKA the little nook in our railroad apartment that was formerly (and formally) our dining room. And, so far, I'm happy to report that it is possible to have a child's room that isn't so, well, childish.