J. and walked into a baby store the other day just for kicks. We took a look at the strollers, or what we thought were strollers—we really couldn't tell—and walked right out. My how things have changed since we were pregnant with Bunny nine years ago. Back then, strollers looked like strollers. Car seats looked like car seats. Now, strollers look like something that broke off the International Space Station. And cost about as much. What's with all the round? I just want to haul my boy around safely, not launch him into space moments before my planet's destruction.
It's funny, by the time I was half-way done being pregnant with Bunny (I'm a little past that now with The Bundle), our nursery was pretty much ready to go. I had quite an assortment of gear (mostly from an awesome Craigslist score), and my mom made sure we had piles of clothes, blankets, socks, and hats. I also have to chuckle when I think about all the stuff I bought that I didn't really need. Oh, how the baby industry preys on the insecurities of a first-time parent.
This time around, we have the crib (which was my crib from when I was a baby. I wrote about its history in 2005.), my suddenly completely dated-looking Nojo sling (which Wallie especially loved so I've never been able to give it up), and a bassinette, but nothing else because we gave everything away. And all the sweet, special, tiny clothes that I have stored because I couldn't part with them? Are for girls.
The fact that we don't have any clothes yet—nor do we have bouncers and swings, a breast pump and storage bottles, a stroller or infant carrier or (gulp!) a mini-van?—seems fine. We have time. We have the essentials.
When J. and I walked into that baby store meaning to only spend a minute or two looking around and getting excited for the baby, we were completely overwhelmed. Is it just me or is there more stuff now? I don't remember seeing half the stuff in the stores now when I was pregnant.
Things they didn't have (or maybe I just didn't pay attention to) when I was pregnant with Bunny:
- Nursing covers. Really? People don't just use a blanket? (Or lift their shirts?)
- Beaba Babycook. Apparently it makes baby food. Just like I did. On the stove. And then I ground it up in my baby food grinder (the same kind my mom used).
- All those Baby Bjorn accessories. Look, your kid drooled and teethed on the edge of the Bjorn, left a big, gross, drippy stain and that's just the way it was.
You know what seems to be making a resurgence, though? Those "baby on board" signs from the 80's. Those make me laugh. I might have to get one just to be a nerd.
And you know what's MUCH better than even nine years ago? The selection of maternity clothes at Gap and Old Navy. We thought we had it pretty good then (no muumuus or weird, tapered mom jeans). It's even better now.
Some things, however, I am discovering with this pregnancy that I never knew about or used with Bunny and Wallie, really are making it more enjoyable. (Note: this is not a sponsored post in any way. I bought or borrowed this stuff and am sharing because these things make me abundantly happy.)
This hand-me-down Snoogle pillow for example. Thanks to my pal Rookie Heather, I am sleeping comfortably most every night. The girls like to play with it, too.
Jason cocoa butter moisturizing creme. It smells good enough to eat and I love rubbing it all over my belly. I don't know why I didn't really use it before. I know it's supposed to prevent stretch marks. I don't really care about those—it's the itchiness that bothers me, and this stuff prevents it.
Nachos. What more do I need to say? Whether homemade or (shhh!) from the Taco Bell drive-thru, these make me happiest of all. It's not me that wants them, it's the baby.
And so, I cruise along. I get up, squeeze in some exercise, work like a dog, pick up the girls, and spend most evenings on the couch next to J. with his hand on my belly waiting for the Bundle to kick up a storm.
Different: The gear. The relaxation. The enjoyment.
The same: The weird cravings. The happiness. The anticipation of finally meeting the new little one. The love.
I wish everyone pregnant woman could experience a third pregnancy for their first pregnancy. It really is...magical. Just like that first bite of nachos.