Getting ready to have a baby is like packing for a vacation to an unknown, faraway land… on steroids. The lists of things to have (or not have, depending who you ask) are lengthy, the questions many, and the research? Oy. However, I am now just short of 6 weeks until B-Day (assuming he isn’t early) and, well, I’ll spare you the mini-panic attack.
Sure, there are stores on this post-baby planet, but given my stressed out experience with the days leading up to our wedding, I’m opting for to be over-prepared rather than under.
So I consider it a significant milestone to be almost finally hopefully just this side of FINISHED WITH THE ORDERING OF BABY PARAPHERNALIA. An Amazon gift certificate courtesy of a thank you from work just bought waterproof crib pads, a night light, diaper washing soap, diaper pail liners, a nursing pillow and a really big water bottle.
This doesn’t include repetitive purchases, for which I am devising a plan. (I have a p-p-p-plan.) The plan involves Amazon Prime Subscribe & Save (free two-day shipping plus 15% off!) and an automated schedule for stuff we’d normally buy at Walmart or Sam’s Club, and someday I might actually pull the trigger and get it all started.
I hate Walmart and Sam’s Club because I am an uncomfortable combination of impulse buyer (“Oooh, I could use that!”) and cheapskate (“But it’s not on the list!”). Inevitably I don’t buy something I do need while buying a bunch of stuff I don’t. Oy. Sam’s Club is even worse; the post-purchase remorse I feel after going through that place is embarrassing, never mind the always frantic need to find pantry space for the nine gallons of olive oil or fifteen boxes of tuna.
Side note: shopping with my husband is like shopping with a five-year old, one who can’t be told to just “take that out of the cart because I said so.”
My goal, therefore, is to have the stuff we need delivered somewhat regularly so that we don’t end up on a midnight run to Walmart for toilet paper only to return with $200 worth of stuff — useful stuff, sure, but unplanned useful stuff. Normal people probably don’t find this to be as miserable as I do, I get it, but I totally 100% do.
I’ve finally finished the remaining baby wipes (which surprisingly only took about 20 minutes once I resigned myself to doing them), signed up for a breastfeeding class (tonight!), bugged my neighbor (who has an 8-week old) with a thousand questions (update: mittens are not necessary, you can use baby socks) and have begun a list of stuff to buy once at Walmart (since I don’t want to buy a thousand of a certain type of milk storage bags until I know I like them).
I have ideas percolating for what the grandparents can be doing while we are finishing up our super speed stay at the birth center (you know, that mean they’re not watching me try to breastfeed AT the birth center), so more on that soon. Oh, and I’ve officially outgrown the length of my tank tops. Bummer you can’t buy Old Navy tank tops via Amazon Prime’s free two-day shipping!
Perhaps we’ll get the nursery set up once we replace the crib bolts I lost. Yup, took special care to put them in a little plastic baggie and then someplace really freaking safe. So safe, in fact, we can’t find them. *sigh*