I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. It was soooooo real. I was attending a baby shower for my soon-to-be-born baby girl Riley. I woke up and felt my belly to be sure. Nope, no baby.
The morning continued with me going through my maternity clothes to put them on craigslist. I don't know what came over me but I just broke out into tears. I sobbed uncontrollably for a good 20 minutes while I sorted things into piles. I just couldn't stop crying. (OK so, maybe the Glee soundtrack CD in the background didn't help.)
I called my husband and he sympathized with me and then he said "I damn near lost you with Aidan and I don't want to ever have that fear again." My mom called too and she, while also reminding me that I almost died, gave me another reason to let go of these maternity clothes. She helped me to realize that if I was to ever want to have another baby that I would NEVER be that size again!!! She is right, even if I was to ever try to get pregnant again, I would never need the 3x-5x maternity clothes that I wore with Aidan.
AND THAT IN ITSELF is the best reason to stop crying and get these clothes sold!