I had my annual well woman exam recently. It was an odd experience to sit in that waiting room with no pregnancy to check on. I watched all of the other pregnant women come and go and I felt a little sad. Don’t get me wrong, I am very happy with L and E and feel very grateful for what I have. With my health issues, I don’t think having another baby would be worth the risk, but this was the first time that I really thought about never having another child. E is growing up so fast. She crawls, tries to pull up, claps her hands and loves to interact with everyone. There is almost no evidence of the newborn that would fall asleep on my chest. L will be two next week and rarely has time to stop for a hug or kiss. It’s just go, go, go with an occasional break for Sesame Street. My babies are now children.
This weekend we are finally moving into our new house. It has new tile, carpet and laminate floors as well as a new fridge and all new bedroom furniture. It’s going to be a new life in a new and bigger house. It is long overdue. I curse our current house at least once a day. It’s not the house’s fault, we’ve just outgrown it. I get a little teary eyed when I think that L and E won’t remember this place. We brought both of our babies to this house and this house was the last visit that M’s dad made before he passed away. As ready as I am to move, and I am VERY ready, it has been our home for the last 5 years and I will miss it. Life goes on, though, and we are fortunate enough to have a new home that we will fill with new “firsts” and new memories. Closing doors and moving on is a part of living and I don’t mind feeling a little sad and nostalgic. I think that when you remember something, you honor it.
So, wish us luck! If you don’t hear from me, I’m probably trapped under a pile of boxes…..