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.”
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OMG this so brings it back to me! I was the same when preggers. I was actually sick in bed a few days and Googling prams all day long. Until I was dreaming them. 10 years ago. I still can't walk past a pram without checking out brand, colour and wheels, as well as "baby blings" as you so nicely put it. We ended up with the amazingly comfy Emmaljunga (Princess Mary had one for Christian who was born just after our daughter). Hahaha, glad I am not the only one! Bugaboos weren't invented yet, can you believe?
We ended up with two options because most were too short for my 6ft 6 husband and he was bending over too far to push them and handles weren't adjustable enough. Made it easy to pick when most were ruled out.