On Thursday I collected all of my maternity clothes and put them in a bag and donated them to Good Will. I couldn't believe how sad I was. It is the end of an era. I mean we spend our entire lives trying not to get pregnant and then we have to buy an entire new wardrobe for the condition. Not only did I have to buy an entire new wardrobe, I did it three times. Admittedly, three children is not a lot, but three wardrobes? I know, I thought the same thing when I was bagging up the clothes but I was also reminiscing about wearing the clothes and that is the part that makes me sad. Anyway, why three wardrobes of maternity clothes? Well the baby, now 19 months old, same season as the oldest, but I was bigger, the middle one is three, different season than 1 and 3, but same size as 3, and the oldest is 4.5, same season as 3 but I was smaller and the pant legs were tappered so it wouldn't have worked out anyway. These clothes had been around for a long time and they had been at the top of the stairs, in a pile even longer!
Funny when I went back on birth control I didn't have the same reaction, I mean realistically isn't that the real sign that it is the end of an era?