A Hundred and One Worries

I never imagined the whole child-rearing thing would be easy. I am a relatively intelligent individual with a decent grasp of reality and I am well aware that we are entering into a stressful and busy time in our lives.

What I did not expect was for the stress to start this early. We have been deciding on which pram/pushchair/stroller to get. I know, I know its late and most people would have done this ages ago, not at 8 months pregnant. Call me a glutton for punishment! Of course, the one we like is one of the most expensive on the market. After spending months deriding all of those people who spend WAY too much on crap for their baby, I am about to enter their ranks.

We have spent the last two days trying to decide which pram to get. We have read hundreds of reviews, tried out a number of brands at the pram centre, spoken to parents who have prams and seemingly have narrowed it down to one that we both can tolerate (lets face it all strollers are a bit naff when you think about it!). Kev pushed hard on the design front...I was looking more for practicality. I should have known that marrying an artist would mean that ascetics always come before a price tag.

Needless to say, being the cheapskate that I am, this has caused me endless resentment and worry! I would say 98% of the furniture in our house comes from Freecycle or the in laws (bar the flat pack fiasco mentioned earlier). Does one really need to lay out hundreds of pounds just to transport a wee thing? Obviously the answer is YES and I am forcing Kevin to lay out a deposit this afternoon because I can't stand the uncertainty of not having anything. So here we stand, we still don't have a sofa, but come April will have a pram that is worth more than any car I have ever bought. Not to mention the fact we are fueling the consumer economy by purchasing.

Oh well, here is what all of the fuss is about:

It is pretty, isn't it?