Stuff, stuff and more stuff.

No denying that with new babies come new needs, and new stuff. Especially when it’s the first baby in the family.
Cribs, changing tables, clothes, scrubs, wipes, car seats, strollers to just name a few.

I haven’t been around babies much and I really don’t have a great idea of what is necessary, needed or just nice to have. I go from being scared that I’m accumulating way to much stuff, to fearing that I won’t have bare necessities to keep an infant alive.  Also, before you tell me that “it’s all going to be fine”, you best remember that I’m about as full of pregnancy hormones as I can be, so I don’t have to make sense, be logical or any of that.

When I read this most excellent post by Joshua Becker of becoming minimalist over the weekend, it hit home. It was a really nice and subtle reminder that my own brand of minimalism is still an important ideal to me. With all the endless fucking cuteness readily available in baby-land, it is hard to not want one of everything. Ordinary items that are easy to pass up become irresistible once they’ve been embroidered with tiny ducks, frogs and monkeys.  Them marketeers certainly know how to make ovaries rip out a wallet and make a purchase.

But, for now I’m less critical of my stuff accumulation. I’m taking it easy on myself and allowing this once-in-a-lifetime experience to wash over me. I’m practicing ahimsa (non-harming) by being kind to my bloated self – and always continuing Svadhyaya (self-study).

And on the self-study front, I’ve had some unexpected breakthroughs.

  • I still think most all doctors are idiots, but I’m now allowing for the idea that they actually got into medicine for other reasons than to fuck me over – that simply comes as a convenient byproduct.
  • I’ve also accepted that hospitals need to cling to their stupid procedures because in the current system and political climate that is the only way they can operate without getting sued out of existence, and there are some nice people who work there. Again, fucking me over not the primary goal, just a happy coincidence.
  • I have also accepted that thanks to my FVL blood clotting stuff, old age and the preferences of a husband that loves me dearly, that giving birth in a hospital attended by an OB is the way to go. To minimize the “fuck me over” factor, we will have a lovely doula and a couple of select friends with us at the hospital.

And last big observation – it’s really not just me and the husband having a kid.  Granted, we get to be the stars of the show as mom and dad, but the participation of our families, close friends and really all the people in our lives have only added to the whole experience.  I resisted at first, but a couple of good friends knocked some sense into my head and now I wouldn’t have it any other way. This kid is going to grow up around some awesome people and personalities.

I’ve also knocked my head against some mild annoyance. Unsolicited, ridiculous advice tops the list, and then it’s always a matter of ideals or lifestyle that are so far from matching up with my own way of thinking that tend to trip me. Funny enough, most of the child rearing advice I get is from people who either have no kids or raised them 40 years ago. Relatively recent moms & and dads just pat me on the back and say “you’ll figure it out, we all do” and smile reassuringly.

I am now 6 weeks out from full term (of 40 weeks). Doctor initially wanted to schedule induction beginning week 39, but we hope to allow labor to start naturally, when the time is right. Come week 35, I’ll be switching from Lovenox (blood thinner) to Heparin, which has a shorter half-life in the body, in case labor starts early. Not really looking forward to stabbing myself twice a day, but oh well, for a most excellent cause. I feel so close in some ways, but I know the home stretch will be the hardest. Like any good endurance race, you’ll end up leaving it all out on the course and probably puke as you cross the finish line. Fine with me. I’m getting to be ready to meet the little monkey :)

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4 thoughts on “Stuff, stuff and more stuff.

  1. I have never been more anxious for rummage sale season! We should really give our stuff to Goodwill, but we’re also trying to climb out of the debt hole. I never really thought about (or heard about) a minimalist lifestyle until you brought it to my attention. It’s a grand way to live! My love for travel and wanting to spend more time with my brilliant friends means so much more than anything else. It’s a nice “life renewal” or something like that.
    And those teensy outfits/shoes for the ‘lil one? Those can be passed on to other new Mom and Dads that are making a go of it. Before you know it she’ll be 18 and jumping from an airplane :)

    • Rummage for sure!! I had hoped to do that but ran out of time for the big move, thanks to the head-in-the-toilet-itis I was going trough at the time.
      Whatever doesn’t go at the rummage, take to a flea market. Only time I’ve been I sold the lot to a seasoned flea marketer for probably pennies on the pound, but that’s probably all I would have got if I tried on my own anyway :) Come to FL – flea markets are a big culture here!

    • And yes – some outfits, some gear, but most everything should be useful to someone else down the road! We have 2 more babies in production in the local skydiving community a couple months behind me that will be sporting the stuff after she grows out of it :)
      I’ve got my fair share of well loved + cared for things already that have certainly helped stretch the budget. Only thing we are getting new for sure is the car seat, don’t quite trust buying that used from some strangers, esp not for my teeny little car.

  2. The heparin shots won’t be bad! It’s the tiniest needle ever- I know that sounds stupid. I had to do a round of shots in my tummy and was freaking out about how bad it would hurt and was shocked to realize that the needle was so small i barely felt it! I would advise to keep the little tiny band aids around to mark your spot so you don’t stick it twice in a row, because that does hurt. Actually, maybe just make a dot with a perm marker beside the stick site would be less irritating than band aids…

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