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An angel sighed as she crossed the park. That unexpected, sudden breathy wind that pulls your eyes up from what you are doing…and disappears. She is only here right now. Like the anticipation of rain that tickles your nose, turning abruptly into storm.
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And so I have been feeling the “woulda-coulda’s” lately. My last baby turns 1 this Friday. The plain truth is that this blog, business, hobby, passion…obsession…is all to fill some kind of unexpected void.
I am a 33 year old women, (and strangely still have a hard time classifying myself as an adult, as to type ‘women’ felt awkward…) I have 3 of my own children, and an awesome stepson. I am just horrible at being pregnant, however healthy I may be, I am miserable from start to finish. After our last baby, my husband had a vasectomy.
It was the right choice. Really though, for financial reasons, and also for sanity reasons, it was. But not for my heart. What is so unfortunate is that these feelings did not arise until I was driving my husband home from his procedure. My son was 6 weeks old.
It hit me clear and hard. I immediately began to cry. (this is not unusual for me Image may be NSFW.
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All of the good wife parts of me tried to show concern for my still drugged up husband, half drooling in the passenger seat next to me
| You will never feel the rush of childbirth again “Honey, can I change the frozen peas on your balls?” You will never again get that first look in his eyes “Come on now, lets go change your bandage.” No more Vaseline ice cream cones, belly buttons falling off, covering small finger nails with socks. “Yay…we can have sex whenever we want worry free. Yaaaay.” The last milk has dried up, the last midnight feeding has past, and you can NOT get them back. “Lets go fetch that sample!” |
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So ladies, Mommy’s, pinkies up and Preggo’s, here’s to us.
For every moment, no matter how stressful, is a treasure.
Here’s to paper finger nails.
Here’s to bird seed poop.
Here’s to midnight cries.
Here’s to 4 AM starting your day.
Here’s to “Honey we need diapers”
Here’s to laundry
Here’s to the first nail trim.
Here’s to the first screaming tubby
Here’s to all his clothes being too big
Here’s to making bottles
Here’s to making bottles
Here’s to making bottles
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Here’s to the moments we will cherish forever.Image may be NSFW.
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‘s,Cindy
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