Why is buying baby stuff so depressing?
Just me or does anyone else get weirdly sad going to Target for diapers and formula? Like I'm walking through the baby section and I'm thinking about how much money we're spending, how fast he's growing out of things, how this newborn phase is already 6 weeks gone. I don't have any real problem, just an observation. Anyone else get hit with random melancholy?
It's because you're realizing all at once that this tiny human is entirely dependent on you and these supplies represent like a month of their life. That's heavy stuff.