The other day, I texted my childhood best friend, Blake. She had her first baby 3 years before I did, and last year she passed down her double stroller to me (Valco Trend Duo). I loved it, but it was falling apart. Six years of wear and tear… it had lived its life.

So I text her on Friday:

Next thing you know I’m on my way uptown to Albee’s on 95th and Amsterdam. Blake’s an UWS queen so she’s essentially royalty there (I don’t know if that’s a brag or not but it is what it is).

For context: I live in Tribeca. But after reading close to 100 double stroller reviews, I was desperate. I needed to try them all, side by side, in real life. I’m sick.

As I’m walking out the door, my husband calls and asks what I’m up to. Obviously, I lied. He has no business knowing I was about to test strollers—especially when we already have nine strollers in the house and he keeps telling me to get rid of them. Sorry Ariel!!!!

So, here I am: the proud owner of nine strollers. And here’s what I actually think of them: