Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Time to finalize the 'Things I Want' list


I am going to guess I am in the minority when I say, I really dislike registries. The concept is great and I love the benefits when I need to buy something for a friend or family member. I just hate creating them.

Since January, I’ve been pressured to create a registry for the impending baby. I’ve started building one but it hasn’t been easy. First, I have to get over the fact that I’m asking for stuff. Second, I have to figure out what stuff I really need. Third, it reminds me of the financial implications of parenthood which scares the bejesus out of me.

Now I’ve hit the point where if I don’t haul my big pregnant butt, I’m not going to have a registry to give to people that ask.

Seriously, what do you really need for a kid? I’ve asked this question to many a moms and the response varies.

“Just register for stuff for the first few months. You won’t know what the kid likes later on.”
“Register for everything! That way you cover all bases.”
“Don’t register for any newborn stuff. They’ll outgrow that stuff fast anywho.”
“Register for stuff for you not just the baby.”

I can’t figure out what the baby needs and you want me to put stuff down for me? Ok, can I register for someone to help me register because this is getting ridiculous!

Then I’ve got the whole my mom and MIL are scheming on grandmom stuff. Maybe some of you are blessed with mothers that are like peas in a pod. I’m thankfully blessed that my moms get along and like each other but they are definitely not peas in a pod.
God bless them. In the end, they only mean well for the baby. Seriously, the kid has some loving grandparents, Mas and Pas. Still, this doesn’t help me when my moms call me to pretend like they aren’t scheming. Good grief moms. I just received 2 calls in the last hour for both of you. I know you are guys are up to something.

I swear, it isn’t easy remembering my mothers only mean well. I feel like complaining about this is like looking a gift horse in the mouth. Some people have bickering mothers. I should be glad they want to do more to help me.

On the baby front, Bean has been kicking up a storm and dad has been reading more regularly to her. I actually feel like the kicks are Bean’s way of communicating with me which I know seems implausible.

She likes the rhyming that hubby does. When he reads a rhyming book, she moves around a bit more. My husband felt a few kicks the other night. Now he can recognize some of the stronger ones.

He’s settled on the Baby Bjorn carrier and we’re still hemming and hawing about the crib. At least that gives me more time before I have to settle on crib sets and sheets. I’ve got my hands full with reading up on clothes and what a newborn needs.
I’m pretty sure the whole clothing thing is less of an issue than I think it is but it still baffles me how much clothes a child needs. Then again, if I kept pooping on myself, I suppose extra undies would be warranted.

Hubby liked the shopping cart seat cover I chose which made me happy. I have a little tolerance for gender specific items. Maybe it is due to the fact I had all boy specific clothes and toys early on. I was supposed to be ‘Christopher’. My dad scrambled for a girl name when I came out missing the pre-requisite boy parts.

I’ve made a decision for every item I chose for the Bean in the registry, I need to choose an equal item in ‘girlie’ styles. Hence I have decided on 3 hooded towels, 2 gender neutral and 1 blazing pink.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a party pooper. I’m a girlie girl. I love my stilettos and sequins tops but some of the girl stuff can be too bubblegum for me.
I also have to decide on a rocker as I’ve heard the rocker is phenomenal for bonding and breastfeeding.

I’m still not sure what the heck an activity mat is and why I should pay $80 for one but I’m sure one of the million books I’ve bought will tell me.