It's Thursday morning, and to quote a wise bear: "Tut, tut, it looks like rain."

What to do today? I guess I'll be doing (finally) the old summer clothing switcheroo and pulling things together for the community yard sale on Saturday. Time to say good bye to my spare crib, exersaucer, bassinet, changing table, and bins and bins full of baby clothes. This act of purging scares me, of course, because the last time I did it, I got pregnant four seconds later with Elizabeth. But that can't happen to a person twice in one lifetime, right?

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