I did it! I survived my first trip to Babies R Us! Yesterday we went to register for Kate’s baby shower. (I feel sort of strange registering, and having friends and family buy us gifts, but I am not really going to complain if this is the normal protocol.) I got myself psyched up for this trip, and Kate promised me that we would leave if I started to have a nervous breakdown. I contemplated bringing a flask, but opted for a travel mug of coffee instead.
The place was crowded, but it could have been worse. Lots of pregnant ladies. Lots of children. Fortunately I didn’t see or hear too many temper tantrums. We got in and got our registering gun and went off in search of things we needed for Piccolino. I went in thinking there was not too much we’d need. We plan to get most of the nursery furniture at Ikea, so I kind of thought what else was there to get. A car seat? Some clothes? What else? Well, Kate had a 2 page list of the “essentials” that we needed for the arrival of our baby, so I guess I was mistaken.
We started in an area of the store where I was confronted by a product called “My Brest Friend”. Really! This was some sort of nursing pillow, but that name… WOW! Kate did indeed register for this item (she said her older sister swears by this device) and I want to know which of our friends or family decides to get this for her. That would be a TRUE friend. We got out of that area pretty quickly (Kate wants to do more research on breast pumps, so I was spared that dilemma) and moved to the car seats. I felt this was an item that I would be involved in so I became more interested. Obviously the first thing that interested me was how it looked (Kate and I are clearly two peas in a pod), and I really had to assume that all of them had the same safety ratings more or less. We saw one that we liked the looks of (a Chicco, I believe) and I pulled it from the shelf to “try it out”. I wanted to see how you got the seat off the base. Looked easy enough, so I thought, until I spent 5 minutes fumbling with the thing, pressing every button trying to separate the seat from the base. Finally a nice employee came over and showed me the one button I did not see, and showed me how easy it was to do.
We worked our way through the rest of the store and I quickly became overwhelmed by how many seating devices one could need for a baby. A stroller, a car seat, a swing, a bouncy chair, a high chair, a bumbo. Maybe Piccolino will come out of the womb already walking and won’t need to sit so much! I realized that our apartment is going to seem much smaller once all these baby products make there way into our apartment. Oh well. Anyway, we got through the whole store in about 90 minutes (although I swear it was 3 days) and registered for about a zillion things, but I was happy that we did not buy a single thing while we were there. Kate has promised that I won’t need to go back there for a couple months so I am going to hold her to that!