"Oh, this is it. This is the last time any of my children will wear these cute clothes."
That was today, and that mommy was me.
Day four in Jude's exciting Life is the mushy edition...
I remember before Lincoln was born, and my oldest sister gave me bags of her kid's clothes. She literally got teary eyed when she did. I remember thinking she was a real sap. (sorry Sue, I did.) Well, I will be partaking of the humble pie now since I am the sappy one folding clothes and wondering if I can squeeze Alden's hiney in this or that "just one more time"...
We are "done".
That sounds so pathetic does it not?
I thought I was ready to be "officially" done, but now... I admit it, if Micah were willing I would have one more. Ok, if Micah were willing and I had another bathroom I would. Even a half bath... No, I am not that vain, there are hosts of other reasons we are done, but they are not as shallow or amusing as a commode shortage. (and until your eyeballs are yellow with the need for having to pee and your 5 year old is taking so long to poop he could be editing War and Peace, please, do not e-mail me and tell me that is a poor reason to be done.)
I even asked Micah last week, whilst Alden sat on our bed, snuggling and babbling...
"Honey, are you sure you don't one more?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO" was the immediate reply.
Oh, well, ok.
Then my love, my dear husband went where no husband should go...
"Jude, you are getting older, and I don't want to go through another pregnancy again."
WAIT A COTTON PICKIN' MINUTE... Since when are "we" pregnant? I never saw your gut look like a swollen watermelon or watch you have to trade your cute lacey bras for small weather balloon covers with enough clasps to anchor the sun to the earth permanently! "WE" were never pregnant, I was, and I took great offense because I LOVED being pregnant! I am a very pleasant pregnant person... really. Any wenchiness is not due to the state of my reproductive organs...
This wench is all natural, 24/7, preggo or not... !
So, anyway, once we cleared up that little issue, we did indeed discuss the many real and valid reasons we are "done".
That did not help matters today when I was forced to pack up little outfits that all three boys had worn. Little jeans with faded knees. Little onsies, that I had to realize, Alden may not wear next year if he is GASP... potty training!! Oh, come back little babies!!! It has gone too fast!!!!!
I am officially a sap.
My belly will never be this ginormous again. (well, let's hope it won't be... a beer belly on a woman is very unflattering!) I will never get to say I am in a current state of knockedupedness again either :(
Bleh, I loved that word!
I will not get to be this happy woman, who yes, enjoys labor and delivery... that grin is real, not drug (or alcohol) induced.
And this, UGH... I will not get to carry a little bundle like this out of the hospital and into my home again... yeah, I am typing and crying now... whose idea was this blog everyday for a week crap anyway?!!?
If you have a new little one, or are still in the process of growing new little ones... cherish it. It will be soon enough that you will be the teary eyed one packing up baby clothes, wondering, how did this phase end so quickly??? I know, when you are covered in spit up, and your stomach looks like a jello jiggler, and you just want to sleep, it seems like forever. But pretty soon, you will go wake your first baby up for school and carry him downstairs with a bit of strain due to his growing up, and he will whisper, "Mom, please don't drop me."