Thanks to all for your support and validation over the drama with Mr. O’s ‘rents. No, they have not called or written, despite both Mr. O and my reaching out to them over phone and email. It blows my mind, really…
But as I’ve discovered, pregnancy waits for no one. Not funerals, not adult temper tantrums. So we move on.
I’m not really a “stuff” kind of girl in general, but apparently babies are. Though tiny, they come with an entourage of monitors, breast pumps, bassinets and strollers. In an effort to get a lay of the land, Mr. O and I went to a baby mega store. It was purely a fact-finding expedition… that went heinously ary.
I’ve been mostly fixated on the stroller. There are just so many different options, and with them so many different opinions. People seem to be extremely passionate about their strollers too– they either love them or loathe them. I have two primary criteria: I want a stroller I could take for walks/runs in the park, and something that wouldn’t take up a ton of space. I live in a two bedroom apartment in a city– space is limited, and walking is a way of life.
I had done some research, and narrowed down to a few options. On this ill-fated day, I was focusing on the Baby Jogger City GT. From most reviews I’ve read, people really like it. I’ve seen several people in the park jogging with them and had actual humans tell me they loved it for jogging. The odd part is that this is technically not a jogging stroller, according to the manufacturer.
As Mr. O and I were milling around the stroller section, we were approached by a sales associate named David. Note: I hate shopping. In particular, I hate sales associates who talk to me while I’m shopping. I know this is strange, but whatever. It’s my thing.
So David comes up, asks if he can help. I say I’m all set. He lurks around, sees me looking at the Baby Jogger City GT, and inserts himself into a conversation I’m having with Mr. O.
“So what kind of stroller are you looking for?”
[Said while glaring] “We’re looking at something we could take for short walks or runs, and won’t take up a lot of space.”
[Said while pointing to a bank of strollers that are $150-$200 more than what I am looking at.] “Oh, you’re looking at the wrong stroller then. You want to check out those over there, because this is NOT a jogging stroller.”
“We did look at them, but they are too big for our apartment. We can’t get something that bulky.”
“They aren’t as big as you think. You can dismantle them, and put it away really easily.”
“I don’t want to deal with dismantling the stroller every time I bring it inside.”
“But these strollers are made for jogging. The one you’re looking at isn’t.”
“Look, I know you can’t tell me that these are good for running because the manufacturer says this isn’t a jogging stroller. I get that. But I’ve seen people running with this exact stroller…”
[Cutting me off] “Well, I promise you they were regretting every step.”
At this point, a white-hot rage ran through my body. Either I was walking away from this conversation, or I was going to end up arrested for assault. I have never wanted to punch another human being more in my life.
So I left mid-sentence and refused to go back to the stroller section. Very mature, I know.
After I calmed down a little bit, we went over to the bassinet section. I specifically wanted to check out co-sleepers to see what the hell they are. I’ve heard these can be handy, especially early on. While we’re looking at them, a sales associate comes over and starts talking about the latest and greatest in co-sleeper innovations. The one I’m looking at, it seems, is simply not as convenient for the baby. She recommends this one over here… which is $100 more than the one I’m looking at. Again, I had to back away slowly.
I was so mother-f*cking annoyed with everyone at this point. As if baby stuff isn’t inanely expensive to begin with, every single person in this store was ready to tell that I will regret my life choices if I don’t upgrade. I had to leave the store and spew expletives the entire way home.
One of the delightful side effects of pregnancy for me has been an incredibly short fuse. I’m not really an angry person, and Ithink I do a decent job of keeping fits of rage within legally acceptable ranges. However, in the past few weeks, I have gone from “Zero” to “Flames Shooting from My Eyeballs” in seconds.
For now, I will stay far away from mega stores. I have also enlisted the help of my friends and family for items that they actually used. The goal is safety and sanity, not just spendy.