Friday, July 27, 2012

Memories for sale

What am I going to do with all this baby stuff.

This is a national treasure, yet the Smithsonian is not taking my calls.

I had a plan for all my baby items.  I was going to use them for Take Home Number 2 and Take Home Number 3.  Well, that changed.

I held all of Toddlerina's items for my buddy at work.  Several years ago, his first daughter was born too early and could not stay.  He welcomed home a new baby girl this past spring.  

I lovingly folded each of Toddlerina's items with an easy mind.  I pictured them on this much loved and much wanted baby girl.  They said thanks but no thanks, we are swimming in girl clothes.  What.

I think about the bins and bins of items my sister gave me sitting in our basement.  Honestly some of it really should have gone into the garbage.  Sorry Ang.  It should have.  

Now I get it.

It is like you want it all to keep going, freeze in time as much as possible.  Eternally toddling.  It all goes so fucking fast.


Monday, July 16, 2012

What is our secret handshake?

I like to pretend it is like spring training for an athlete, or a tune up for a fancy car, but the fact is I am back on the juice and started seeing a therapist.

What are the key sources of marital strife?  Money and children.  What if you have no money because you wanted to have children?  What a rip off.  I swear I think they act like amplifiers to each other.

I do not doubt in my marriage, but we need a professional to help us process The Family Discipline Plan.

I made over half a dozen calls before I found the right person.  We had our first session last week.  Rocco and I both thought it went really well.

I couldn't bring myself to look at her tummy.  You know where this is going, right?

She had on a maxi dress.  The world's most unflattering dress unless you are a stick or PREGNANT.  I was scared to get caught checking her out.  Plus, she is about my age if I had to guess.

Think she is one of us?  What if I found another mother in the donor egg game?