Baby Suits

Here is a fine example of a baby suit. Photo from www.BabiesRUs.com.

I have a new mantra:

Baby suits.

A busy October meant that I needed to be efficient and decisive to get everything done, and my new mantra helped tremendously.

It all started when I was shopping for my friend’s baby shower. She’s a big fan of Game of Thrones and I had a great idea for a gift. I found “Mother of Dragons” t-shirts on Etsy, along with “Baby Dragon” onesies. I planned to buy the shirt, the onesie, and a plush dragon toy and—tada! The perfect present! I imagined my friend opening my gift in front of everyone and marveling over the awesomeness.

But the problems crept in like a horde of white walkers. First, what shirt size would I buy for a very pregnant and soon-to-be postpartum woman? Is there any way not to offend? Even if I decided on a size, sizing on Etsy is notoriously variable and relative. (The last gift I purchased on Etsy for an adult woman—a workout tank top—arrived in miniature.) I’d also have to track down a stuffed dragon suitable for the GOT theme and an infant: smallish, generic, no small parts.

Time was ticking, though, and the GOT gambit was proving dicey, so I finally did something I dread: I bought my friend a gift from her registry.

Argh. I dislike buying from a registry. For some reason, buying from a registry or wish list feels like I’m cheating. Shouldn’t I make more of an effort to find a gift that’s more personal and creative? One that references my relationship with the recipient or a funny memory between the two of us? Or shouldn’t I give a fun surprise?

On the other hand, people like getting what they want. They also register for things they need—like, diapers and crib sheets and…baby suits.

That’s what I finally bought for my friend: Three fleece zip-up infant sleepers, or what I called “baby suits.” The suits were cute and useful and in my budget. Shipping was fast and free. I even used a gift bag for the wrapping, even though I usually like to give people a wrapped box for the fun of ripping it open.

I fretted over my mundane gift, but my sister assured me that the baby suits were a good gift, nicely presented, and procured with a minimum of effort, and thus “Baby suits!” was born as our rallying cry, a cheer to remind ourselves to just make a solidly good decision and move on.

I have a bad habit of wanting to make the very best possible decision in every arena of my life—in the big things (career, personal finance) and the smaller things (gift giving, clothes shopping). I want to turn over every stone and research every option and then choose the perfect thing…but that’s paralyzing, exhausting, and impossible. I’m trying to remember that something done satisfactorily, on time, and without an emotional meltdown is better than chasing after the perfect choice…which may never appear. (This is not a new problem. I once submitted a “the best paper in the class” in college…but it was several days late, so I got a low grade.)

So, my “baby suits” mantra is keeping me in check lately. When I needed to buy a new dress recently, I chose to visit one—and only one—department store, one known for its good selection of dresses, rather than visiting several stores spread all around town “to see what was out there” before making a purchase. I went to the single store and tried on a(n admittedly large) number of dresses, but I found a great dress that met my criteria, fell within my budget, and garnered lots of compliments. Baby suits!

And instead of buying new shoes to go with the new dress (another shopping trip), I wore shoes I already owned. They’re not very comfortable for long periods of standing, so I bought new gel inserts and threw a pair of black flats into my bag for backup. Baby suits!

And instead of trekking to a superstore to buy a few things I needed recently, I went to a pharmacy. I never do that because of the price difference. But yes, while I may pay more for mascara and cough drops at a pharmacy than I would at Target or Walmart, parking, shopping, and checking out is so much faster and easier. How much is my time and sanity worth?  Baby suits!

I’m looking forward to baby-suiting this holiday season, too. I plan to buy online even if I have to pay (reasonable) shipping costs, rather than venturing into the stores. I plan to dial back on the number of gifts I give. I plan to buy more pre-prepared foods. Baby suits!

Oh, and my preggo friend seemed to like and appreciate the baby suits. I suppose fleece baby suits can reference GOT, too. After all, WINTER IS COMING.

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