Tomorrow, my plan is go to Out of the The Closet and donate the baby stuff cluttering the garage and closets. Our youngest is 3 and everyone who knows me knows that I am not interested in making our family larger. Everyone who knows me has no interest in being around me when I’m pregnant.
What’s taken so long? Fear. I’m scared that I will get rid of the baby stuff and find out I’m pregnant again. Fear to make a decision is pretty paralyzing, I’ve learned. When we found out where were pregnant with the boy, we were broke. We also had to buy a lot of new stuff because I gave things away to friends who needed them. Thankfully, midway through that pregnancy we got more work and were able to afford to buy the things. Things don’t look so rosy now, so I’m paralyzed. What if I give away everything only to find out in a few months that I’ll need them again? Two years is a long time to live with that fear. It’s better to be optimistic, to think that maybe I can just buy the items back from Out of The Closet.
So, I bid farewell to the 2 diaper bags, 2 highchair seats, baby tub, toy mats, 2 carseats, 3 infant slings, the diaper pail, the potty seat, the 2 potty inserts and all those baby clothes I’ve never managed to unload.
But…maybe I’ll buy some pregnancy tests first.
The So long baby stuff; or I better not be pregnant by Anika Malone, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Tags: baby items, family, pregnancy