This Saturday my church is hosting a “baby boy” shower for me. (It’s at 10 am, and you can contact Jawan if you want to come.) I blogged during my pregnancy with the mackerdoodle about registering at Target, and my struggles with how to do so appropriately. I find myself in a new, yet familiar struggle this time around.
I don’t have the “what will I really need?” questions this time around. I know what we used with the mackerdoodle and what we didn’t. We have all the big things like high chair, tub, exersaucer, bouncy chair, swing, diaper champ, stroller. . . so I’m not worried about that end of registering.
What I’m struggling with this time around is two fold because what I really need is diapers, nursing pads, paper towel (I make my own wipes), baby wash and other disposables like that. But:
- I can’t really register for those things. I mean, I did. If you print my registry at Target or at Target.com, you’ll find diapers and paper towels and diaper rash cream on there. But I couldn’t just put “any newborn and size one diapers”, so I scanned Luv’s diapers because that’s what was closest to me in the right sizes. I scanned a 6 pack of paper towels, but I couldn’t write on the registry “for home made wipes” so it looks weird and random. I scanned Johnson’s nursing pads because they were the least expensive, but what if someone found something else on sale?
- When the Lord sells our house, we’re packing up and moving to St. Louis. As much as hundreds of diapers would be a tremendous blessing, they would also be an addition to the items we need to pack. We would love to receive them, but when someone asked me on Sunday if I’d rather have a box of diapers, or a gift card to Target or WalMart, I said “gift card thank you.” You see, I can pack a gift card in my wallet.
So here I am in the same struggle as the last time – I hate registries, because I HATE to sound like I’m being picky, or demanding or expecting something from someone. On the other hand, I appreciate that people love me and want to bless us so I want to make that as easy as I can for them. *sigh* It’s hard being a pampered pregnant woman.