photo credit: Jose C Silva.
I believe very strongly in certain superstitions. Not the black cat, mirror, umbrella kind…. No, more like jinxes. I believe you shouldn’t talk about how great things have been going with something that seems fragile and unstable. I also believe you shouldn’t count your eggs before they’re hatched lest some more powerful force stomp out your eggs with only your lost hope left pitifully oozing.
In relation to work, the second I say “I haven’t heard from X client in a long time, everything must be going great for them.” Not two seconds later they call because the earth is crumbling around them, their building is on fire, and oh yeah- the num lock is turned on.
How does this relate to baby shopping? Well, I think that doing any shopping or mere browsing for a baby I don’t yet have is like being too over-confident that I will have a baby. I feel I don’t have the right to go baby shopping yet. As soon as I go purchase a set of cute-as-a-button booties, the universe would see this act and conspire to ensure I never have the corresponding wearer of these booties. I mustn’t let the universe know what I want or else it will surely not let me have it. Dammit, I hope the universe can’t read blogs…
Nevertheless, I got a free pass for some baby shopping last weekend. I strolled the fluffy, pastel aisles of target and didn’t fear the rathe of fate breathing down my back. I felt quite confident that I would be safe because I was baby shopping for someone else’s baby shower. And I had the blue registry sheet in my hand to prove it and protect me from some universal jinx.
It was lovely…all the soft, fluffy, cute, adorable things to choose from. Surely I will drive myself mad trying to pick from the green lamb blanket and the blue monkey blanket when the time arrives. For now I’ll just sit quietly waiting for another baby shower invitation (aka free ticket to baby browse).
