“I would never cloth diaper,” A friend of mine scoffed beside me.
We sat awkwardly at a small table, attending a baby shower of an acquaintance.
“It’s just gross,” she stuck out her tongue and made a face. I was slightly taken aback at the judgmental tone in her voice. She continued, “They are kind of like that anyway; all earth-friendly and whatever. You know the type?”
I nodded silently, my eyes distant and falling on the mother to be; off in a corner, chatting happily with another gal. I imagined her folding a large square thin sheet of some organic cotton material, diaper pins everywhere, handling poop and a screaming baby. Yuck.
Fast forward three years and I am sitting at a computer desk, a few months pregnant, and my gift registry on the screen in front of me. Concentrated, I sifted through endless blogs, reviews and lists for what to add. I was obsessed and my main obsession was cloth diapering. I was shocked that my preconceived notions and snap judgements couldn’t be more wrong. I would save thousands? It’s not that hard? There’s cute colors?
I read through countless blogs: Cloth Diapering 101, Cloth Diapering for Beginners, Everything You Need to Know About Cloth Diapering etc. etc.; every Pinterest blog and article I could find. I watched hour long videos on all the different types in my spare time, I started a few Google docs on my game plan and took notes. Finally, I added a few to my registry.