We went to SFMOMA today. On the train. With the stroller.

My elbows are in much better shape than they were after the grocery store run. I think I figured out a better angle. We walked 4.5 miles. Not as much as the last trip to SF but… plenty I think. That was all we needed today.

It was fun.

The baby did great in the stroller. She complained when she had a poopy diaper or she needed to eat. Seems legit. I carried her sometimes because she was politely asking for a snuggle. But the stroller definitely made the day better.

Why do I want to keep trying with this stroller? My back doesn’t ache like fire and I don’t want to hit someone because I’m angry about being in pain. That’s a big deal. This stroller in particular has some up sides to go with the many many down sides.

The biggest upside that means absolutely the world to me is that if I have to I can put my baby in the carrier on the front and my backpack-diaper bag on and this stroller folds into a compact little thing I can carry on my stroller. Everything can be carried on my body up multiple flights of stairs. Would it be fun? Nope. But it wouldn’t be that hard.

I couldn’t do that with a bigger/sturdier stroller. I’m not strong enough at this point. So even though something like a jogging stroller would be way more sturdy and hurt my arms less…

I don’t know why being able to carry 100% of my shit is the final decision line. But it is for me. I have always hated strollers because I get panicked at the idea of getting stuck with them. I can’t really get stuck with this one. It is psychologically comforting.

It’s working because the baby is happy in there and it’s not overall more damaging than carrying everything on my body at all times. It’s all a balancing act.