You know what I love? Music. You know what I hate? Bad music. Guess what I’m not looking forward to…bad baby music.
I’m in my nineteenth week. And baby can hear me. IT HAS BABY EARS! (Pause for moment of aww-ing)
One thing I’ve recieved will help me brainwash this child into loving really good music. It’s called the Ritmo. It straps on to my not-so-big-yet baby belly, has speakers that shoot harmonious sounds into my uterus, and connects to my iPod. So, while I’m working up a sweat walking the dogs, I can look like a freak, listen to my awesome music, and adjust baby to loving these sounds. When baby listens to this music later in life, it will be soothed by the idea of being back in my belly, and it will be happy.
I’m thinking, if its a girl, we get it on the boy band bandwagon and blast some One Direction, Backstreet Boys and N*SYNC in there. Gatta love those cute harmonious boy bands….
Maybe this is ambition, but hopefully, one day I can play baby some Black Keys or White Stripes and this kid will just be overwhelmed with nostalgia that it can’t help but smile.
The alien belly strap itself.
All kinds of music reflects or influences moods…angsty girl music like Avril Lavine when you’re going through a nasty break-up, awesome pop or country music music for jamming out in your car with the windows down (que the Keith Urban and Rascal Flatts), and even classical music is said to help you retain information better.
So I ask you, what kind of music would YOU play into your uterus?
Product was recieved for a review, but all musical and fashionable opinions are my own.