Few things are as depressing as organizing my maternity clothes to be packed away, when most of them hadn't even been worn. I had even gone out and bought a pair of maternity shorts (something I didn't own with Jamie!)...my "skinny" clothes had been packed away on the top shelf of my closet, so I'm in the process of switching them back. I guess this also gives me a chance to clear a few things out for donation. It's still depressing, though.
When I get pregnant again, I'll pull them out, but for now...I'd rather not see my flowy peasant shirts and stretchy waistband jeans everytime I open my closet.
It's also time to return the miscarriage support books to the library (although I'm holding onto a few that I borrowed from a friend) and the pregnancy books are back on the bookshelf, no longer handy on my nightstand.
It helps to think "I will use this" as I'm packing away. It's not forever, I'm not giving it all away...it's a promise to myself for the future. Holding onto hope.
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