Anyway, she wrote the other day (pre-plague) and said that another friend of hers is pregnant, so could I please box up her maternity clothes and send them back to Grammaland so she can pass them on to her friend. Since I
What I never saw coming was that I would have a big ol' ugly cry over getting rid of my maternity clothes for good.
We're done. Our family is complete. And even if I didn't think so, the odds of talking BJ into a fourth kid are between slim and none.
The childbearing years are so special - they're the years we're going to look back on when we're old. They're the hardest and the best in so many ways, and they're over. I mean, we're not throwing the baby out with the maternity clothes, but this is it. I never get to feel a baby kicking inside of me again. I never get to hear "it's a boy!" or "it's a girl!" again. The next time I hold a brand new, hours old baby that is literally a part of me, it'll be my grandchild.
So I stood there, looking at the clothes that I got so sick of over the past year, and I had a big old cry, and I felt really old.
I'm sure there will a point when knowing that we're Done will be a big relief, but right now it's a lot more bitter than sweet.
In other news, nursing tops are a total scam. I found a couple white t-shirts in the bin with my other non-maternity clothes that had small stains on the front... you know how white t-shirts are. Instead of throwing them out, I cut slits over the boobs. Now I can wear them under regular t-shirts and not flash the world when I nurse the baby. This is good, because the bin with the nursing tops and the nursing bras has gone missing, and because the commercially available nursing tops are like $25.00 a piece. The layered look is still in, right?
Anyone know how to convert regular bras into nursing bras?