Let me start this by saying that I am not an emotional person.* I did not cry when Darrell proposed (I actually think I laughed). I did not cry when we got married (but lots and lots of smiling). I did not cry when William was born (although watching Darrell get emotional almost got me going). However, doing laundry last weekend made me start to choke up a little bit.
You're probably thinking I'm nuts (and quite frankly, you'd probably be right). But here's the deal--William is getting ready to go into the next size of clothes, so I've been doing a little extra laundry to get his too-small clothes ready for storage and his "new" clothes ready to be worn. And--contrary to what you may think--it wasn't the boxing up of too-small clothes that got me emotional. I've actually never had issues with that; usually by the time he is outgrowing a size of clothes I'm sick of seeing all the same shirts and pajamas over and over again so I'm ready for a change. No, it was looking at the items in the next size up that got me choked up. Because seriously? These aren't baby clothes any more. These are little boy clothes. And I'm just not sure I'm ready to have a little boy--I want to keep him as my baby for as long as possible.
*I suppose I should make an important caveat here: Under normal circumstances, I am not an emotional person. But, as Darrell is quick to remind me, I do have a tendancy to be over emotional when my hormones get out of whack once a month. Such as the time I bawled because I had left our tomato seedlings outside to harden them off before transplanting them and the wind was too strong and pretty much killed them all. And bawled may even be understating my reaction. Thankfully, pregnancy hormones did not elicit similar responses out of me--something both Darrell and I are grateful for.
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