Let's see, there's Mrs.X, Ordinary Sarah, and Kork....all are expecting. Then there's the Daring Young Mom who's currently lost in folds of baby Wanda fat rolls.
And then there's yours truly. I'm losing my baby to the world of Disney Princesses & potty training. Sunday morning, my friend Vic said something about Bitsy looking like a little girl more & more all the time. She's losing that baby look toddlers hold on to for a while. Her legs are getting longer, her belly less prominent, her toddling has turned to steady walking & running, her vocabulary is growing, and her need for Mama is shrinking.
Part of me is deep in mourning because my tiny baby is no longer a tiny baby. It wouldn't be as hard if I didn't know she was the last. The next little one I snuggle will be a niece, nephew, cousin, or friend, not my own (no, I'm not making announcements for my siblings here). Never again will I feel the gentle internal nudges that turn into full blown ninja kicks to my bladder. Never again will I lounge around in a hospital bed while kind nurses fuss over me & my newborn. No more tiny pink & blue onesies washed in Dreft. No more tightly swaddled squirming bundles to rock for hours.
But on the other hand, there are no more diapers to buy (yup, we've moved well into the world of the potty trained!! Yeah for us!!). No more pacifiers to lose in the couch cushions. No more nights pacing the floor with a gassy infant incapable of burping. No more packing extra clothing for both of us to take a day trip to Grandma's. No more tiny socks lost in the wash. No more struggling to bathe wet, soapy, slippery folds of fat that won't stay still. No more 3 AM feedings. No more teething, or diaper rash, or spit up.
We're moving on. After 8 years of babies, we're moving on to grade schoolers and pre-schoolers. From here we're only a short way from Tweens, teens, and angst. It's not truly better or worse, it's just different.
Just think, in 8 more years we could be driving a vehicle completely devoid of booster seats!