My kiddo is three and a half and we’re just not quite ready for number two. I mean, we’re getting ready. But every time we think we’re going to go for it, we decide that life is too good right now. That we need just a little more time with our one. That at thirty-one, strange as it may seem we’re basically teen parents in LA and most of our friends don’t even have a single kiddo yet.
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have the fever. That doesn’t mean that my ovaries don’t quiver every time a little tiny milk-stinking blob of joy comes within whiffing distance. And it sure as heck-fire doesn’t mean I don’t waste inordinate amounts of time trolling for baby gear on the internet.
It’s been a while since I first admired the fine line of a four hundred dollar piece of plastic, and while some of my favorites have held up, there are quite a few new lookers on the market I’m bookmarking for next time around.
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