Pregnant for the last time
The title of this post IS a song, that only some, or two, of you would know. Anyway, yes. I am never going to be pregnant again. This is my plan despite seeing the cutest little girls at daycare and immediately wanting one of my own to put in dresses and buy barrettes for. But no. Not going to happen.
So as my Baby's ONE YEAR BIRTHDAY (that was fast) approaches, I am starting to load up all the outgrown clothes and baby toys. Goodbye tiny baby socks. When in the world were my children's feet ever 2 inches long? Goodbye swaddler blankies. My GIANT BABY never even used these. Damn that kid is a waster. Not when it comes to food of course. Goodbye breast pump. You and I have had some intimate moments together, where we'd probably need to share a cigarette.
Mind you, last time I gathered up outgrown stuff, there was an 'accident.' Of course I am glad for the accident, but at the time...ANYWAY, I just want to rest on this heap of clothes and doze off...zzzz.