redefining ready

I spent the day yesterday "shopping" with my pregnant friend, she of the even more dire infertility who is due 2 months after I am. I didn't buy anything and found the stores stultifying.

Forget it. The crass materialism just blew my mind. I'm not buying anything new I swear! Most of the stuff is just hideous anyhow - way too big and bulky. I told her I was ready to road-trip to Ikea (hee, hee, we have access to Canadian Ikea, cheap, cheap) and she said no she wanted to buy the best for her baby. But none of it is going to last more than 2 years! The nature of babies is to grow out of everything! Ikea stuff is at least light and colorful.

If I lived in a more cosmopolitan place perhaps I would enjoy looking at all the STUFF but frankly spending money for the sake of spending money has never rung my bell. (Says she who just laid out the cost of a crib for a month's supply of organic, grass-fed locally raised steaks and the very best olive oil).

A complete stranger has given me practically new car seat, bathtubs, swing, vibrating chairs, baby carrier, etc. Wow! But my friend doesn't want any of it. I'm a little sad because I thought we'd bond more about the whole baby thing but we are on very different wavelengths.

So at this point I'm just going to focus on the most vital needs - input and output. Nursing bras and diapers.

So more advice requested... are there any magical, wondrous, comfy, chic nursing tops out in the world? I'd wander around the house boobi*es adangling but I do have two teenage stepsons and it might just prove too much for them! I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to see my stepfather's equivalent when I was their age.

And thanks for the advice so far! The exciting part is not far away! I can't wait to see what our high-tech doctor's office drug-induced loving has produced.