A bit of spring cleaning in the summer

I've been gathering up Maya's clothes that no longer fit and packing them away. I started this project last year and have finally gotten around to actually sucking the air out of the space bags the clothes have been piling up in.


I am *almost* ashamed to admit that the motivating factor in the completion of said project was the realization that these space bags are KEWL! Have you ever used one of these nifty space savers? You suck the air out with a vacuum hose and they deflate to half their size. Honestly though, I am not sure they actually save all that much space. But, they are supposed to keep water, mold, mildew, bugs, etc., out. Not that it matters much since I also purchased a large military-issue looking plastic box to store the deflated bags in since I don't trust our furry feline friends not to rip the bags apart out of spite when Steve is 5 minutes late with their dinner.

You think I am kidding? I wish.


Anyway...Wouldn't ya know, only 2 or 3 of the bags actually fit in the box. Which of course begs the question, "how many clothes could one little 18 month-old have that are already too small?" Well to answer that... I *may* have been just a tad over enthusiastic about purchasing cute pink outfits during her first year or so of life, but I am not sure. Maybe I am just a lousy packer?


But seriously, does every mother start to hyperventilate when she packs up her firstborn's clothes and realizes that there must be over a thousand dollars worth of cute baby items (many that have only been worn once) and yet she hasn't had a decent new outfit in how long?



So I am a little sad about packing away her clothes. Not just because I see that I *might* have been foolish in the amount of money spent, but also because I may never get to use them again. I know I could donate them, and I imagine I will someday, but I would love to have another little girl to dress up.



Yes folks, I do want another baby. Little Eli is only 15 weeks old and yet the thought that I will never be pregnant or have another little newborn again makes me a smidge sniffly.



Now, l will be the first to admit that I HATED being pregnant. Oh man am I one kvetchy pregnant woman! The exhaustion, the insomnia, the weight gain, the weird (and in my case unhealthy) food cravings and frequent urination are still fresh in my mind. I could not wait to get my babies out of me! And yes, I am quite well aware that they are easier to take care of in utero than out, thank you very much!

But, there are a few things about pregnancy that I miss. For starters, I took better care of myself and my body. I ate better, drank less diet coke and exercised more. Also, I just loved rubbing my big belly. Finally, I think growing a life is pretty darn wonderful and amazing. I loved looking pregnant and would often stare at myself and my growing belly in any shiny mirror-like object I could find. Like, say, the oven, windows, sliding glass door...well, you get the picture.

And...I do so want another little girl (not that I wouldn't fall in love with another boy) because I really want Maya to have a sister. It's probably because I felt so left out and neglected by my sisters that I dream of having girls who love one another and who are best friends and actually stay in touch and get along. I don't want Maya to feel alone and bitter later in life when I am gone the way I have felt since my mom died. Sisters are important and I feel that I am somehow failing her by not providing her one.

***I don't know exactly why it is that I don't worry about Eli, maybe it's because I have this notion that boys don't care about brotherly relationships...I don't know, I guess I'll have to give it some thought.

Anyway, Steve feels our family is complete, but so far we haven't taken any measures to ensure that. However, given that we needed fertility drugs to conceive our two beauties, chances of me getting pregnant on my own (you KNOW what I mean) are pretty slim.

Though you never know, stranger things have happened.