…to buy a baby wipe warmer. So your wee little one doesn’t have to experience the horrible discomfort of, you know, a room-temperature baby wipe. Wtf?
Pregnancy has opened up a whole world of commercialism I never knew existed. Stuff for expectant moms, stuff for infants, stuff for babies, kids, dads, even dogs, that is related to raising the baby. I don’t even want to get started on the girl-toys/boy-toys thing. (My little girl could wear footballs, nbd, but am I progressive enough to don my potential little boy in princesses? Would that even be progressive?)
People raised babies in caves for thousands of years. Hard surfaces everywhere, yummy dirt to eat, no sanitary facilities. They survived. But then there’s the paranoid side of me that thinks, I have no idea what I’m doing, and that gadget right there will make me a 3% better mother. So I better buy it. BUY EEET. But, resist!