MIL asked me (note: asked me!) if I would like a present for DC2's arrival. Very nice of her. No need to give present - second baby and all that. I said, yes, I would like a nappy bag that you can carry as a back pack (so I can put baby more easily in a sling) with lots of compartments to separate nappies, etc, inside. Lot of information, but MIL likes that - she actually prefers it if you send her an e-link to what you want, and then she can just buy that. Kills the joy of present-giving somewhat, IMO, but each to their own.
Got nappy bag last week - horrible bloke-style bag that even says 'Baby Sherpa' on it. Yeah, just what I wanted - to be reminded that with two kids I am not officially a pack horse! Got e-mail from her last week saying she was dithering between getting me a pink, silk bag or this one - and she opted for this one as 'DH will be able to carry it'.
NO! NO! NO! Present was all for ME, glorious ME! NOT DH!! I am a real girlie-girl (make up, jewelry, perfume every day, always) she KNOWS this! Pink, silk bag could have been mine! Now I have horrendo man-purse (even DH agrees its taking 'practical style' to a whole new level of ghastliness....)
I know, BTW, that I AM being unreasonable - it's a present, fgs, and I can always just not use it. But I wanted (sob!) something Just. For. Me (plus, I think pink silk would look good covered in baby poo, no?)