Months ago, I was gloriously oblivious to the world of prams.
They all looked the same to me. The only difference I ever noticed was that there was one brand with a white, circular logo that lots of celebrities and rich people seemed to have. (Yep, I’d never even heard the word Bugaboo.)
I had no idea pram shopping was just like buying a car. Except more confusing.
Both a couple of months pregnant, my friend and I ventured into Baby Bunting – the Bunnings of baby stuff – to initiate ourselves into this new world.
We wandered aisle after aisle after aisle of wheeled baby-movers, becoming increasingly overwhelmed with the selection, which ranged in price from a couple of hundred dollars to more than $2000.
Unguided, we started pressing buttons and moving parts to try and make them do something worthy of the prince tag (easily a return flight to New York).
We began pushing them around the store, in an attempt to find what made any of the many models different to the next.
Then we just started choosing which ones we liked the look of better.
When a sales assistant finally came near us, we asked what the hell was so special about some models that they demanded hundreds or thousands of dollars more than another. The answer? “It’s just personal preference.”
What’s the difference between having three and four wheels? “Personal preference.”
What’s so good about a Bugaboo? “Some people just like them more, personal preference.”
And with that, we gave up on prams and wandered off into a different section, pondering different questions, like: ‘What’s a teat?’ and ‘When do babies start eating food?’
Whether prompted by the underwhelming assistance we received or the overwhelming feeling that we were way out of our depth, we fell into fits of laughter.
Like delirious hyenas, we tried not to wee (incidentally, getting in some extra pelvic floor exercises). And then the tears came…