V-Day!

When I got dressed this morning, there was one thing on my mind: What to wear to pick Richard up from his vasectomy surgery? Should I wear black to symbolize our death as breeders, or should I wear rainbows for the worry-free days to come?

After I found out I was pregnant for the third time I would tell people who asked if we were going to have more, that somebody needed to be cut. However, when Richard showed me the paperwork for his appointment, I felt torn. What if I wanted to have a baby in three years when Jordan moves out? I would be 40. That seemed reasonable. I love being pregnant and I adore babies. I can think of nothing more incredible than holding a newborn in your arms and smelling its new smell. But, the more I thought about it, I realized that I would have to put my pregnancy days behind me. I mean, I was a fabulous Nanny in my 20's and I'm a pretty good mother in my 30's. But, I'm sure that in my 40's I would be a peri-menopausal mommy dearest. My patience is waning, my body is creaky, and I just don't have the energy that I used to. Oh well, I'll just have to enjoy other people's newborns from now on!

Outfit: I decided to go with Black and Rainbow.

Long Black skirt from Forever 21. I bought it when I was pregnant with Charlie because of its give.

Butterfly Skirt purchased in high school at Salvation Army. I adore the colorful print.

Shirt from Goodwill.

Belt Unsure. I think I will not be wearing it out!

Shoes from friend.