The Onesie & Tiny Shoes

First off, disclaimer: I am not pregnant. Phew!

I am convinced there exists a sick marketing plot- with the culprit being soft colors, tiny versions of leggings, fashionable shoes and of course the onsie- that tried to trick me into this major life decision. First of all, how freaking cute are those tiny shoes! Sometimes I feel like Liz Lemon and just want to start a stash in my purse for those rough days. Second of all, it's every marketers dream. BABIES = MONEY. A whole other person on this planet to consume products, wear tiny fashions that are outgrown a week later, and go through many many packages of $100 diapers (they must be that expensive, right?!) AND Don't even get me started on the onesie. With their cute sayings ("Party in my crib, 2am") and their fun patterns, it is hard not to want to find a tiny little person to put in them and parade around. We will revisit the onesie a bit later.

But seriously, the hubby and I have only been married not even six months and this question must come up every time we see our family. At first we were bummed our honeymoon didn't create a bright, bouncing combination of our stellar DNA (but you can bet we certainly tried! repeatedly! ha) Then, we realized, we had so much time ahead of us. It was the pressure of "what's next"? that created this internal complex as each month seems to tick by without that nine month countdown.

It was only until I took a big step back that I realized, I just wanted a tiny version of "us" to dress, parade around and look cute. I don't know that I want or am ready to take care of a baby outside of the happy fun moments (2 am feedings? Constant laundry? Crying? Looking like a sleep-deprived zombie?) Sure, every parent says the negative things are completely worth it, and I'm sure there right. But damn it'd be incredibly selfish to procreate on the sole purpose of finding an outlet for my stash of onesies (although I bet my husband will create some darn cute kiddies!)

PS if you think about it, the onesie is only cute on tiny ones...let's remember the onesie for adults, aka the Bodysuit, circa 1992. Yikes! let's NEVER bring that one back, k?