Because of this, today I spent two hours at Target, registering for baby things. I pointed the little gun at bar codes, and clicked away. Here’s the problem with registering: I don’t want to look too greedy, and register for so much everyone feels obligated to buy huge expensive gifts, but I don’t want to look too picky, and only register for a few things.
Here’s the other problem: I’ve never had a baby before. Do I need three onesies, or thirty? I’m thinking somewhere in the middle, but I just don’t know exactly where. And what about sippy-cups? Four? Two? Twelve? I thought I wanted a Diaper Genie, but they take special bag refills, so I registered for the Baby Trend Diaper Champ. Seems like a good idea, but how do I know?
And here’s another thing: what kind of car seat do we want? Do I want an infant seat, or a convertible seat?
And strollers: my Mom and Dad want to buy us a stroller (awesome) but I don’t know what kind I want! I looked at all of the strollers in the store, and they all had those hard plastic wheels that felt a little like a Barbie Jeep. But Jonathan says that rubber tires will just puncture. This one seems like a good option to me, but how do I really know what I want until she arrives?
Anyway, I went through all of that while I was pointing and scanning at Target. After two hours I carried the gun back to customer service, feeling a lot overwhelmed, a little like I had gone way overboard, and scanned way too much, and everyone would think I was a little princess with unrealistic expectations.
I got to Customer Service and turned over the gun. She looked at it, looked back at me, and said “You didn’t scan much.” So at the very least, all I know that there are other princess out there with larger unrealistic expectations than mine.
