Baby Sh!t

I’m freaking out slightly.

Thinking we were being responsible, adulty adults, T and I set up a Baby Wish List on Amazon and I made the mistake of looking through some of the ‘ideas’ that they offer you.

Holy crap, there’s a lot of crap! How do babies even need this amount of stuff? We, as a species, have been reproducing fairly successfully now for rather a long time, and I really don’t think we need designer sick bags, and heated wet-wipe-warmers (seriously). Though I do feel as though this dummy is non-negotiable. One of the major problems is that T and I are in a one-bedroom flat in London. It’s a beautiful flat, in a gorgeous house and has a lovely big garden. But it’s still one-bedroom and we simply can’t afford a two-bed in this area.

So do we suck it up and stay in the one-bed for a while? Spud will be sleeping in our room at first regardless, so it gives us a little breathing space, but rents aren’t going to suddenly drop, nor will our flat spontaneously grow another room in the next nine months.

Then, do we move before or after the baby? Before means moving very quickly, gives us very little time to scrape together a deposit, potentially means switching antenatal care mid-way through, and means T will be doing most of the work – though, let's be honest, he would be doing most of the work anyway; I’m pretty lazy. Afterwards, however, we will still be broke, and we’ll have a butt-load of Spud-stuff to cart around too. And Spud. So I don’t know.

The calm rational side of me (there is one, I promise) is reassuring me that we’ve only known I’m pregnant for three days and that I don’t have to worry about all of this right away. The girl-crazy side of me is curled up in a corner of my psyche, rocking backwards and forwards muttering about this season’s must-have Baby Poop Alarm…

Did you find any weird baby products during your pregnancy?