Martin has this colleague at work that is two weeks more pregnant than us. They both were responsible to turn their departments lunch breaks into a discussion about the best brand of stretch mark creams.
His colleague seems also way more responsible than we are. First of all, he did marry (doesn't that sound responsible?) and he leaves in a place that could eventually host a baby. If our baby decides to get out now, we will have to install the cot between the bathtub and the washing machine. Also, his colleague has started with the shopping, so he has a cot to install somewhere.
The good thing is that they engaged into some kind of male competition to see who the best provider is. A bit troglodyte if you ask me, but it really made Martin not only be willing to go to the baby store, but actually suggest to go to the baby store. Remarkable.
Now, in the baby store, we became a little more familiar with price ranges and features. Winnie de Pooh, for example, is responsible for about a 30% increase in the price without offering any visible upgrade in functionality. You can get a solid and fashionable Winnie de Pooh cot for about 700 euros and be sure you will be able to use it during the next five years... or you can buy a cot in Ikea for 100 euros. You can buy a cheaper version of the solid cot with an unknown bear in the front for about 400 euros... or you can go for the tempting, tempting Ikea 100 euros cot.
I'm an Ikea fan, but let's face it. We had to replace the chairs in the kitchen more than once, and some of the items we destroyed even during installation. More importantly, Martin's colleague is not going to buy an Ikea cot, no sir! So we will probably pretend we are responsible parents even if it costs us a few more hundred. Sigh!
Pregnancy symptoms: I fear business trips will be over when I cannot put my shoes on without help.
Mother instinct: 4. I came to realize baby items are cute. Winnie the Pooh is not cute, though. I hate the freaking bear
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