I have breastfed each of my children until they were three year old. But I forgot about this first part. This very long, very time consuming, very boring first part. I spend a great deal of time in this chair, with these things, writing about what is and what will be and it makes me very, very happy.
My husband is cleaning the guest room and loading the dishwasher. He also brought home dinner and put the kids to bed. Tomorrow my mother arrives and has promised to mop my floors and do my laundry while I make one final appearance at the Y for the girls’ sports and ballet classes. Then she’s keeping the kiddos while Bryan takes me out for the last childless date we’ll have for a long, long time.
The carseat is in, the diapers are washed, the new La-Z-Boy is primed and ready. All I have to do is throw my Filofaxes in the bag and we are ready to have a baby!