Too much information

For as often as I talk about wedding planning, lately I also find myself spending a whole lot of time talking about babies. Other people’s babies that is. A bunch of my friends are pregnant, or are in that family planning stage of life. So as Matt and I prepare to be newlyweds, we have a number of friends are who are new parents. Lately my inbox has been flooded with ofoto pictures of my friend’s babies, their friend’s babies and so on.

One of the members of my work lunch posse is pregnant. Thus, I often spend my lunch time hearing about the latest bugaboo styles and all the contraptions that new parents need. Today I learned that you can rent a breast pump if you really want to (don’t know why you’d want to). It costs $60 per month. I also learned of a technique called “pump and dump” which makes it ok for a breast feeding mom to have a glass of wine or four (all you need is a pump and a freezer). She talks about her baby shower; I talk about my wedding shower. She registers for blankets and bottles; I register for blankets and serving pieces…

The other night at book club a few girls got into a heated discussion about baby food. The host had considered making her own baby food for her newborn son. Apparently this activity is quite common among the super-moms. In the end she decided that it would require too much time and instead sticks to feeding her son organic everything. For now, I’m happy to focus on wedding food—steak, sushi, cake, etc. Things that don’t come in mush form.

Adding to the madness, a few days ago while in the recovery room after a minor procedure (and high on pain killers) my fiancé told the nurse he was having a baby. Where did that come from?! I’m going to guess it was because we spent part of our Saturday night visiting friends and playing with their new baby girl. Still, that’s weird.

I love babies. Don’t get me wrong. And I’m sure one day I’ll find pleasure in discussing baby formula and early child development classes. It’s just that my interest right now is in cute clothes for me, not cute clothes for an infant.