A funny thing happened on the way to the OB’s office. To wit, we Hopeless Infertiles forgot we were expecting! Or did we choose to ignore it? I don’t know.
Despite the now daily on-again/off-again vom, the gargantuan teetahs, the 7:00pm all-night naps and the fact that I can’t close my pants, this can’t possibly mean what I think it does, right? We’re still pregnant? Stuff’s working? I have a fetus the size of a prune? And how ironic is that considering it hurts to poop?
Limited loved-ones in the know would ask us whether we were making preparations: secretly splurging for that thing we couldn’t wait another seven months to purchase for a kid we’ve never met, perusing about parenting, touring day-care centers, interviewing nannies, throwing down for membership in a synagogue. We hadn’t. Because why should we? We were – er, are, because who are we kidding? – experiencing a classic case of infertility-induced Wait and See.
Just like that, we neared the end of our first trimester in blissful disregard for whatever to-do’s the baby books insisted we should have tackled yesterday. Hell, we’d probably have gone on “waiting and seeing” for another 30 weeks if we could, but a poster on the slide-aside receptionist’s window at our doctor’s office indicated childbirth classes book months in advance.
So, because we’d just heard – at precisely 10 weeks, zero days – our kid’s 172 beats-per-minute on Doppler (and because we learned we could be re-funded our money in the “unlikely” event we no longer needed the course), we registered for a March HypnoBirthing class, invested in a prenatal yoga DVD and embarked on Operation Select-a-Stroller: 2011.
It was our own little market research study which attempted to resolve the great Britax versus City Mini debate. Dozens and dozens of product reviews, another dozen visits to baby supply stores, a handful of YouTube videos, and a lot of deconstructing, one-handed-folding and make-believe later, Britax won by a hair. Plus this having a baby thing felt a little more like it might actually happen and, if it did, we’d be prepared – for a walk.