There seem to be certain memories that just stick with you when you’re having your first child: The moment you see that positive sign on the pregnancy test … the first ultrasound … that visit to the doc where he/she says you’ve hit the “safe” week … the moment you learn whether it’s a boy or a girl … and our most recent (and perhaps most numbing) experience — that first trip to the “baby store.”
A few weeks back, Jennifer opened up one of the baby books to the section called “Items you’ll need for your baby.” She showed me Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5. And then she showed me Page 6. And most of these were “the essentials.”
So after finding out what we’re having last Thursday (it’s a girl, by the way), we finally gave in and made that first trip to the store. Already, our little girl has more clothes than I do (and her onesies are cuter than mine). We browsed the furniture section, looking at crib-and-drawer sets that cost more than our some of the things in our living room.
And the purchase we did make? A stroller/car seat set with better shocks than our mountain bike, a swing that plays music and I think massages the kid, a pillow specially made for “feeding time” (it’s called a boppy), and little T-shirts that say things like “Born in 09” and “Cute chick.” I actually liked those.
I’m really starting to like the idea of baby showers. Hell, I’ll even attend one if it saves me money.