this time there is no next baby, and packing up all of the clothes she has grown out of to take to goodwill was really difficult. it’s weird, because there is no part of me that wants another one. the plan was always to have two and i am totally okay with that. maybe it’s because it seems to be going so fast… she’s standing already and i go back to work in 3 months! what do they say? the days last forever but the months disappear… something like that anyway. 