So, this was probably clear to you around step #6 on my list of “how to prepare for a baby in 20 easy steps”… but I am starting to see that I am just not going to get everything done that I would like to before this baby arrives. I thought some SUPERSURGE of nesting and a Very Special Time Warp would both kick in, making it possible for me to do all those things other people seem to do, including but not limited to the immaculate clearing out and cleaning of a house, the toothbrush scrubbing of a car, the completion of a never-begun wedding album and the arrangement of a gorgeous nursery. But it’s just not going to happen.
We still have four weeks, give or take two weeks, before Pavo arrives. So, there is some time. But we have many other things on the agenda during that time, including but not limited to a mother-in-law visit, Sunday school training, full-time jobs, an election and The Return of Congress … as well as 3-6 plays, a couple of parties, a Comedy Central demonstration on the National Mall and perhaps some waltzing.
People have tried to assure me, “All the baby needs is you and some diapers.”
(And a carseat … and a name … and a pediatrician …and how about a baby carrier? And let’s not forget that clean hard-drive!)
I decided I need to manage my expectations and focus on the most important things.
First up, how about the obvious: the diapers. Eventually, we plan/hope to use cloth diapers, and I’ve already done quite a bit of research on that. But given that I can only take so much at once, we’re going to start with disposables until the baby is big enough to fit into the one-size cloth diapers (at least 10 lbs) and I am healthy/sane enough to take on the extra laundry.
In a recent trip to the store, we decided to just go ahead and pick up some disposable diapers — then we could at least tell ourselves we have the baby necessities and breathe a sigh of relief. Plus, buying disposable diapers would be pretty easy, right?
We have now attempted to buy diapers twice, and in both instances, we eventually gave up and shuffled away from the diaper aisle empty-handed.
The problem, America, is that we live in a land of infinite choices. And I am an indecisive person. Even the diaper aisle can be pretty darn overwhelming. First, there are the sizes. Then, the varietals. Then, the quantity. Then, the special umbilical cord cutouts — does that matter? Then, the name brands vs. the store brands. Then, the ingredients. Then, the prices. Then, the titles: what does a “swaddler” diaper mean? We thought we made a choice, until we realized our choice cost $3 more than any other, for ten fewer diapers. I felt exasperated and returned it to the shelf for fear of getting ripped off by The Man. The Diaper Man.
Now, just imagine us trying to settle on a name. Or a pediatrician. Or a circumcision decision.
My brain is very full… of confusion.