We did it! We spent Saturday searching for a new chair for Briar’s room.My belly is fast overtaking any lap I have to offer her at night for storytime.I don’t think of myself as picky, but I knew that it couldn’t be a glider. WARNING: I am about to be blatantly honest, which can often be interpretedas rude and judgmental. My apologies to any glider fans out there. I think that gliders are the ugliest, tackiest things ever created and onlyserve to perpetuate the idea that being a new mom is nothing but denim jumpers, mom jeans and a farewell to any pre-existing funkiness and sass.We give birth to people, not life sentences to Sunday school and Tupperware parties. Furthermore, gliders seem to be…