Friday, November 05, 2010
the first of last traditions.
I knew when I was pregnant with Everett that there would be one more baby in our family's future. I knew that someone was still missing. This time, I don't anticipate a fourth baby. A tradition for us has been a shopping trip with my girlie to pick out something for "our baby." This time, she insisted on a pair of completely impractical bronze colored shoes. And for the first time this pregnancy, I really looked at all of those tiny things in the stores, realizing that I get to do it all again. I'm going to try my best to not be the jerk I can be when I'm pregnant and instead enjoy feeling her move, knowing like I never knew with her brother and sister how quick it all goes.