babies babies babies
May. 20th, 2006 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaToday I dug out all (I think) the boxes of baby clothes and stuff and sorted through them, staging the first couple of phases of the armadillo's needs (phase 1 - little flannel blankets and onesies/t-shirts; phase 2, one-piece creepers) and sorting out the future clothes into "girly; cannot be worn by my son" and "unisex." There's a hell of a lot of girly.
Lots of thinking accompanied this process:
1. Casper is never going to be a baby again. Looking at her tiny clothes, the hat they gave her at the hospital, all my favorite things she's worn - that's all finished with. I am not usually one to look back on her babyhood with regret - I'm so in love with the present and anticipating her future - but today was a nostalgia festival.
2. My god, I'm having a baby in 2 months, and he will be SO TINY. The newborn clothes are so small (and Casper was a healthy 8 pounds). Babies. So tiny. So helpless. My god.
3. Despite our valiant efforts to acquire unisex clothing whenever possible, there's a hell of a lot of girly, some of it very nice things I am loathe to give away. But at this point, a) we're not sure we'll have another child (though we do plan to consider it), b) if we do have a 3rd child the odds of it being a girl are only 50%, and c) if we have a 3rd child, it will probably not be for another 3 years. All of which adds up to, maybe I should let some (most) of this stuff go.
4. Where the hell are the adorable red monkey Robees?
I'm starting to reach the "really big" stage of pregnancy, suddenly. (Due 2 months from today; or, in 8 and a half weeks). I get turtled lying down lon my back, and so forth. Casper almost knocks me down becase my balance is off. Ugh. (Actually, though, I think I look cuter than I did a couple of months ago. Must take belly pictures, though I'm still very red-streaked from the poison ivy.)
Lots of thinking accompanied this process:
1. Casper is never going to be a baby again. Looking at her tiny clothes, the hat they gave her at the hospital, all my favorite things she's worn - that's all finished with. I am not usually one to look back on her babyhood with regret - I'm so in love with the present and anticipating her future - but today was a nostalgia festival.
2. My god, I'm having a baby in 2 months, and he will be SO TINY. The newborn clothes are so small (and Casper was a healthy 8 pounds). Babies. So tiny. So helpless. My god.
3. Despite our valiant efforts to acquire unisex clothing whenever possible, there's a hell of a lot of girly, some of it very nice things I am loathe to give away. But at this point, a) we're not sure we'll have another child (though we do plan to consider it), b) if we do have a 3rd child the odds of it being a girl are only 50%, and c) if we have a 3rd child, it will probably not be for another 3 years. All of which adds up to, maybe I should let some (most) of this stuff go.
4. Where the hell are the adorable red monkey Robees?
I'm starting to reach the "really big" stage of pregnancy, suddenly. (Due 2 months from today; or, in 8 and a half weeks). I get turtled lying down lon my back, and so forth. Casper almost knocks me down becase my balance is off. Ugh. (Actually, though, I think I look cuter than I did a couple of months ago. Must take belly pictures, though I'm still very red-streaked from the poison ivy.)