Unless God has other plans for us, Belle will be our last baby. As I sit here nursing her on the eve of her first birthday I am having all of the feelings. All of them.
I am sad that I won't have anymore tiny babies that stretch when you pick them up, smile with toothless gums and smell so nice.
I really love having babies. I just don't like being pregnant. They are such an amazing blessing. I love experiencing the newness of life through little eyes. I love being the first smile recipient, the bottom patter, the Boo Boo kisser.
I'm also excited and a little nervous about our new phase of life. One where the Honeybadger starts kindergarten and I only have one child in diapers.
I look forward to the day that I can sleep in (just a little) and not have to get up in the middle of the night, every night. I keep trying to tell myself that anyway.
My heart hurts today. My babies are growing up too fast. I would happily accept a virtual cheers and a hug.
Xo,
Christy
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