So being a hyper excited first time pregnant gal, I do admit I started looking at Baby Stuff. Being a minimalist, however, and having a few friends out there who’ve also kept it simple in this area, there actually weren’t a ton of things that I felt were truly, truly essential.
So I played around on Pinterest for a bit and found this infographic, which then spurred me to look for more food for thought so we could create our own version of minimalist parenting. I came upon the Bohemian Minimalist Baby Gear List which really helped narrowed it down to the basics. While I don’t necessarily plan on getting the exact things she chose, the five concepts are aligned and are what I’ve kept in mind for our baby registry. I’ve added a couple at the end of my own as well…
- Somewhere to sleep. Initially, that’ll be our bed. Amen for buying a king size bed last year. A friend who had her baby last year said they just used their changing bad and put it between them for the baby to sleep on, as it’s got that nice curve. I have no desire to get up every few hours and walk to another room to feed the kiddo in the middle of the night. Once that gets old, something akin to The Baby Box will be sufficient.
- A way to feed it. Beyond your boobs, of course. Insurance pays for an electric pump, and of course we’ll have a few glass bottles on hand.
- A way for baby to get around. A baby wrap for casual, a carrier for hiking, a carseat and a bicycle seat. Bam. I’m on the fence about a stroller right away – I think it can wait, to be honest, but my mom just texted asking me if she could buy me one of those stroller/carseat “travel system” thingies so who am I to say no, right?
- A way to calm baby. Swaddling is the plan, Stan. And some Billie Holiday and Frederic Chopin for good measure. I’m kind thinking that things that keep mama and daddy calm and grounded is also high priority – an occasional massage, babysitting help for a night out, yadda yadda yadda.
- A simple wardrobe. I love the baby gown thing, particularly with a baby arriving in March when it’s still on the chilly side and the concept of not buttoning up little legs twenty times a day. Organic or pre-owned, those are our primary focus. And no $50 infant motorcycle jackets, y’all. Those remind me of how people dress up their cats.
- A way to deal with the poop. Our plan is to use a local cloth diaper service. For having just one baby (Ethiopia is so far away we’re just not contemplating it right now, and for all we know we may get a toddler), a shared service like this is much more sustainable, and the efficiency of a service can’t be beat for someone running a business from home like moi. Plus it’s the same cost as icky disposables. 🙂 For when we go out, we’ll have gDiapers on hand.
- A way to carry around the stuff. As long as it doesn’t look like a diaper bag but does the same thing, we’re cool. Diaper Dude rocks, I gotta say.
Doing What Needs to be Done
So today, ultrasound eve, I’ve felt like crap most of the day (gastrointestinally gnarly combined with an intense headache), so much so that my husband and I postponed our annual trip to Sauvie Island to pick peaches for canning and just lazied around the house. By dinner time I was in bed, pillow under my legs, trying to just breathe in and out without visiting the dunny.
Thinking about how on and off I’ve felt for the past week, I finally made the decision today to hold off on further career coaching engagements til the end of summer which is when the first trimester will have ended. This area of my work requires a different level of personal interaction and face-to-face contact, which with my health status means I can’t guarantee I’ll not be racing for the nearest bathroom mid-sentence.
It’s unfortunate but one thing I’ve learned during this crazy infertility journey? It is essential that I go with my gut (no pun intended!) and do whatever it takes to stay zen. And sometimes that means narrowing my work until I have what it takes again to give 100% in the areas I’m putting on hold.
We haven’t had the ultrasound yet but last night I turned on this Loudon Wainwright III song that always gets the biological clock ticking, and tonight I touched my belly, wondering,
Are you in there?
Will you please stay for a while, say, the whole 9 months?
That’d be cool.
I’m nervous as hell for tomorrow’s ultrasound. There, I said it. Make this time fly. Make tomorrow one that makes me cry with joy.
“Have good trust in yourself…not in the One that you think you should be, but in the One that you are.”
~ Maezumi Roshi