The maternity clothes, that is! All the way to the basement, to await their usefulness the next time we have a bun in the oven.
With the maternity clothes (except for one pair of jeans and the belly band that lets me wear normal human pants without buttoning or zipping them) packed away, it’s the end of an era. Combined with the little oyster’s recent propensity for sleeping in four-hour blocks at night, I’m confident that sooner rather than later I’ll have the mental capacity and energy to blog on a semi-daily basis.
Just think of everything we have to talk about! An election, an evacuation, working from home, visitors galore, the latest in Martha news, fall in the commonwealth, an anniversary. Makes me want to take a nap just thinking about it. Oh wait, maybe that’s the new baby we’ve been living with.