saying goodbye

I’ve got all sorts of thoughts and emotions running around in my head as a result of Amy’s arrival, and I’m hoping to get at least some of them down here over the next few days.

One of the things I am looking forward to with Amy is not having to adjust from a life without children to a life with children. It took a long time — longer than I thought it would — for me to make this adjustment when Elliot arrived. I know there will be lots of other adjustments, but at least I’ve already plunged into a child-filled world. I have some idea of what to expect, and I have some idea of how much less time I’ll have for me.

But something I wasn’t expecting is a feeling of sadness that has accompanied Amy’s birth. Part of it is hormones, part of it is feeling sad about the end of my pregnancy, knowing it was my last one, but I think the majority of the sadness comes from the realization that Greg, Elliot and I have reached the end of the road as a threesome. We have had a lot of fun over the past two years, and I say goodbye to that threesome with regret.

Thankfully the regret is coupled with a whole lot of anticipation for what’s in store for us as a foursome.