Despite my best/conscious efforts at the outset of this whole having-a-baby thing, I have slipped into Overthinking-Waffler-Nervous-Nelly-New-Mommy-Shopper mode. YUCK.
I started a registry a couple of weeks ago, and it was my first real foray into the overwhelming world that is Baby Stuff.
Will she even like a swing? What about a bouncer? A playmat? Which car seat? Which changing pad covers? A Moby wrap or an Ergo?
Somewhere underneath all of this has been the overwhelming desire to pick the "right" thing. Like there's ONE right thing in this whole mess.
One example: I'll think, what will it say about me as a parent if I don't want loud primary-color-y items all over my house? Does that mean I'm not interested in Baby's visual development? I'm too cool for school? I don't want it to mean either, but what if it does? I've never done this before!
So, to all of you whose phones and email boxes I've blown up with questions like, "So why did you choose the diaper bag you have?" ... I'm sorry.
And I'm aware and trying to chill out a little.
Example? I picked out a baby book... spontaneously.
My mom and I were in Anthropologie, and she got me this one for my birthday.
I loved the pages and the adorable way it's illustrated, so I just said "YES, thank you!" and haven't looked back (the way I make decisions under normal circumstances). Thanks, Mom.
Have you ever slid over into spaz mode without meaning to? Or is parenting just one big control-yourself-from-spazzing-out fest?