The 20-Something's Chronicles of an LA Life

Sneak a peek into the life of a single, 20-something female who is not in the entertainment industry and who does not have fake breasts. Yes, we do exist. What you are about to read is based on fact and is not for the weak of stomach. You have been warned.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Breast Friends?

Apparently, there is a new trend in baby showers that I was not aware of. In the one or two baby showers I've attended in the past (I think it was my mom's showers for my bro and sis), people bought presents for the baby like blankets and toys and outfits and rattles and stuff. But, with two upcoming baby showers on my near horizon, I am quickly being pulled into the baby showers of the 2000s.

Since the invention of the Internet, a lot has changed. Email, blogs (yah!), online porn, and gift registries. Basically, gift registries, in my opinion, have taken the fun out of buying gifts. They have gift registries for everything: engagements, birthdays, weddings, funerals (kidding) and, of course, babies. I'm a pro at the wedding/engagement registries since those have pretty much ruled my vacation schedule for the past 3 years, but, the baby one was a new one.

I started shopping yesterday for two of the showers I need to attend. And I was a little bummed that there wasn't one single rattle on either of the registries. (Do they even still sell old-school rattles or have they been replaced with robot rattles?) In fact, both to-be mommies, have taken a very responsible and practical approach to the registries.

I got to choose from burping napkins, changing tables, strollers, crib sheets, nursing stools (?) and breast friends. Yes, Breast Friends. Apparently, new moms don't need to hold the baby's head anymore when the breastfeed. This new apparatus does it for you. You supply boob and it does the rest of the work for you. So, even though I did purchase that (I mean, who could resist bringing the Breast Friend to a shower?!) I really wanted to get a bunch of giant teddy bears and Big Bird lamps and pink jumpers. But, instead, I get to bring the Breast Friend. AND, by the way, who knew breast pumps cost $300? Um, ask your husband - bet he'd do it for free. Just a thought.

Poor kids. They'll all be very well fed and burping into 600 threadcount burpclothes, but, they will be incredibly bored without rattles.

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