It’s been sat in the loft for the best part of 2 years and tomorrow it’s going. I’m talking about the pushchair.
Maybe it the hormonal effects of PMT kicking in, but I can’t help but feel a bit of sadness that the baby days are well and truly over in this house.
My trusty pushchair has seen me through solitary days walking through town, numerous trips to the park, days out on the train, leisurely strolls along the river and many a trip to the supermarket.
But now that I have to give it away, I feel a yearning to push a little baby again. I wrote a previous post about not wanting another one and resigning myself to the fact that I was happy with one, but I’m not so sure now.
Giving the pushchair away(selling it, I’m not giving the bugaboo away for free!) seems so final for me.
My head is a bit of a mess right now, but I was never happier than when I was pregnant. I felt fantastic and that was probably the only time I never had any hang ups.
Only time will tell, but I know I will regret it if I don’t.
As for the pushchair, I know it’s going to a good home and that the baby using it will be very happy with it.