Not the truth? My mom's claims of resistance. Before the first trimester was out, she was assiduously collecting baby-gear recommendations from co-workers and anyone else who'd been in contact with a newborn within the past five years. The e-mails flowed: "Okay, so I cornered one new mom in the elevator today, and she says the Boppy lounger is a must." When my sister's friend Tabitha came through town in the fall, I got lists of her product recommendations not because I asked but because my mom kept her and her baby daddy at the dinner table until they'd spilled every drop. Links to various "must-have" lists followed.
Our first purchases, in celebration of the three-month mark, were a Pack N Play and activity gym from a discount store. Soon, Heather had a pile of onesies to add, and then my mom found a footed sleep sack on eBay. "She can wear it like a sleep sack in the house, but you can rebutton it with legs so she can go in the car seat!" To say things snowballed from there is a gross understatement.
The most dangerous thing I've done recently is to subscribe to a variety of e-mail newsletters and to follow the attendant Facebook pages. Let me say first that Pregnant Chicken* is hilarious, and no matter what it encourages me to buy, I will never regret signing up. Rookie Moms made a valiant attempt at emphasizing the essentials, and our brave midwife reminded us that all the little one would need to start out were a boob and some diapers. Those lists, though... "Five Most Ingenious Baby Products" and "Newborn Must-Haves" and "What I Really Wish I'd Bought" and "Cool Devices You Wish You Had"...
This past Sunday was our first baby shower, with the second (at work) following three days later. Despite the deluge of wonderful baby goods from well-wishers on top of all the gear we'd already bought, the accumulation instinct was stronger than our common sense. Heather and I decided to give my hormones some air on Tuesday, taking advantage of some rare good weather to visit the park with our hammocks and lunch. Unable to lounge comfortably for long, I started squirming, looking up nail salons
|Baby Shower #2|
|We were so excited to get our shop on that we documented it.|
"I don't know if I'm really up to that. Where would we go?"
"There's a place at the mall that got good reviews on Yelp."
"Oh, I don't want to go to the mall!"
"Well... The Children's Place has a location there, too, and Tabitha said that their zip-up jammies were amazing. I think they've got a sale right now."
Heather was suddenly a lot more open to the idea.
|An elephant hat at Gap Kids that we did NOT buy.|
By no means are we done, either. One of those damn lists introduced the Kiinde Twist system, which has to do with bottling/storing breast milk, and I was mesmerized. Heather tried to be skeptical about the introduction of more baby goods, but she's a sucker for any product with a video. Then I heard about the Tummy Tub, which babies allegedly like better than the lounge-style tubs, right after someone had given us a lounge-style tub off our registry. A lady on craigslist offered the (scary-expensive) mamaRoo at half price, and, listen, guys, it was on Tabitha's list. Of course, we already have the Rock N Play and a BabyBjorn bouncer, plus a Moby wrap to carry the kid, but what if she needs another soothing option? I was lucky that the craigslist lady stood me up; the money I would have paid for it was great when I needed to buy stretchies.
*I learned from a recent Pregnant Chicken publication that "onesie" is term trademarked by Gerber, so every other one-piece has to be called a bodysuit or a snap-tee or something equally confusing. How's that for knowledge?