Saying goodbye to childbearing years
Dear diary,
I turned 44 years old about a half year ago. I have to admit to myself that having more childeren is not realistic. Besides, I'm happy with the 14 I've got. Altough, sometimes it still itches me, those babysmells and giggles. But I know it's over. I already have beautiful grandchilderen, #5 will arrive in a couple of months. I love them very much and spend as much time with them as I can. Those sweet childeren.
Since I admitted to myself that I won't be having childeren anymore, I started giving, and selling, the babystuff I still have to my childeren and members of the church. In return, I bought some stuff to fill the caps the babystuff had filled all those years.
I have a love seat for me and Bobby in our bedroom and Jenelle was thrilled to have a piano in her room. She had a tough time giving up her job, she needed some cheering up. She instantly started playing while I did some working out on the tredmill. (AN: She is really thin and still working out, we should be worried about her)
With all the sad stuff about selling my babystuff, I had another sad moment. My baby, Jessica, is already a teenager!
My youngest is already so grown up. I can't believe it! Time sure flies by.
Love, Evy









