It started yesterday when I decided to read through my blog from the post saying I was pregnant until Adam came home from hospital at 9 days old.
I knew today was the day a friend of mine was coming to help me haul all of Adam’s baby stuff; his cot, his Amby cradle, his jumper and his two bouncy seats, to a consignment shop for selling. And for the most part, I was okay with that. In fact, I was glad to get the storage space back.
But at the same time, it’s the end of an era. Adam is 100% not a baby any more. And I am 100% not going to have any more babies.
So I read back the announcement and the weekly newsletters I wrote to him. And everyone’s comments to my bump pictures! Man was I huge by the end!
And before my friend got here I took some pictures: –
His jumper, play matt, bouncy chair.
His cot and amby in pieces and in a bag.
And so, everything is gone. And I’ve got a half a closet more space.
And a small tear in my eye.
I know I feel the same when I look at Poppy and know my last baby is all growed up as she likes to call herself.
I so know this one x