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Back when my son was three I really wanted another baby. REALLY REALLY wanted another one. My husband however did not. After much discussion, we came to a compromise. It takes six months for a vasectomy to become affective. I would have those six months to get pregnant, or not. If not, that would be it. No more talk of babies. It didn’t happen and I was pretty sad about it at the time. I had been hanging onto all the expensive baby things just in case (stroller, portable crib, changing table, etc…). After the six months when it was obvious we would have an only child, I gathered them all together, took a picture and sent them off to a consignment shop.
I can’t tell you how glad I was to take that photo. There was some sense of closure about it that I really needed. All the symbols of baby-hood altogether to say “good bye.”
Fast forward eleven years. I was laying in bed last night thinking of our son. How he is now 100% a teenager. He...
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