Ever since I was pregnant with Hazel, 5 1/2 years ago, I have been admiring baby announcements. I pore and scroll through page after page on websites like Shutterfly, Tiny Prints, Metro Baby Cards, etc. I drool over graphic designs. I jot item numbers and font names, then lose the papers they are written on. Time passes. The baby gets older. Vitals are shared with friends and family by email, and this time around, blog. I never have the right picture. (And any cute ones already get posted on the blog.) My camera sucks, I need a new one. More time passes. And then the window is gone. The baby is big. And anyone who cares knew long ago that she was born. Next time, I tell myself. I'll do them next time. When I have more time. A better camera. More money.
I KNOW birth announcements don't matter. Or do they? They are expensive. Frivolous. Redundant. And beautiful.
So which is it? Are they worth it? When is too late? Who do they go to? How perfect does the picture have to be?
Why exactly can't I shake my unfulfilled obsession with birth announcements? Do I just like looking at them or would I actually feel better if I got some? These are the questions.