A year and a half ago, I put away all my maternity and nursing clothes for the first time in 7 years. I bought new tops and traded the backpack diaper bag for a real purse (with a removable pocket to hold a diaper and wipes). It appeared that we were moving on to a new phase of parenting.
Then in late July, David and I were surprised to learn that we were expecting again. The baby is due on March 26th, the same day Dave proposed to me almost 12 years ago. Luckily, we never got rid of any of the baby stuff sitting in storage in the garage, though we’ve talked about it several times. Somehow I knew that if we got rid of it, Murphy’s Law would kick in and we’d probably end up needing it. If it’s a girl, we already have plenty of clothes put away, and if it’s a boy, we have lots of friends with boys who are fond of passing on hand-me-downs.
The girls are excited about having a new baby in the house. Eva wants to help pick out names, and Amanda has become all the more fascinated with my friend Megan’s baby boy, constantly trying to rub his fuzzy head and get him to smile at her. Bethany will pat my belly and say, “baby,” and she loves to play with the bouncy seat and other baby toys at friends’ houses, checking out all these fascinating contraptions that have long been put away at our house.
So far my primary symptoms have been nausea and exhaustion, but both are manageable, though I’ll be glad when the 2nd trimester begins and I can start to feel more normal.
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