We did something this weekend that I’ve laid in bed at night and dreamed about for years. We created a registry for Baby Broccoli. Though it was still glorious, it didn’t quite turn out like I had envisioned that it would. To begin, the first place that we went to was relocating. Everything was clearanced out and there was only about a quarter of the merchandise still left in the store. Fail. Since the next option was across town, we opted to wait for the following day to register. I didn’t sleep that night from excitement!
If I had been a little wiser, I would have laid there and try to prepare myself for all of the things that were NOT going to be like my golden dreams of a perfect world. Simply put, baby registries are not designed for adopting parents. They are beautifully built around the expectant mother who is glowing in all her pregnant glory. An ugly reminder to a woman like myself. One of the first things that they inquire about: due date.
Geez! My initial thought was, I’m not even guaranteed to get a baby, and I need to try to pick out a random date anywhere between now and 2014? Um, can I get a divinely inspired answer please God?
Boy or Girl? Not sure, just put surprise!
Do you know the dates of your baby showers? No, I guess that can be a surprise too.
Have you thought about what travel system or bottles you want to use? Blank stares were exchanged.
Needless to say, it took us about 10 or 15 minutes to overcome our shock, and then we were just consumed with being overwhelmed with all of our options. The excitement was still there, it may have just been riddled with fear. Oh, and we also received a free bag of goodies for registering.
Here are just a few useless gifts in our baggie: Fit Pregnancy magazine, cream for the nursing mother, vitamins for expectant mothers, coupons for creams & vitamins, nursing pad thingys, lotion for growing bellies, and breast milk storage bags.
There were two different ways that I could have chosen to handle these unexpected, um, blessings. I could have let it turn my attitude sour, or I could take it all in stride. I chose the latter, I think. I’ll admit that it wasn’t easy to skip a large section of the store because it didn’t apply to our situation. Or not be able to pick out gender-specific clothes. Or avoid eye contact with people so they didn’t ask when my due date was. We managed to get through it though. It turned out that we really did have fun; exhausting. overwhelming, I-can’t-believe-we-finally-got-to-do-that-fun.
I was mesmerized watching Brad try to figure out the strollers. He went crazy in the toy section, and was very particular when we got to the bottles. We walked out of the store smiling and holding hands. Despite the reminders of things that are not, there were even more delightful reminders of things that are to come. Little bitty, teeny tiny things.
And while we’re talking about it, Here is our registry. Can you think of anything that we forgot?