What to do with my maternity clothes

What to do with my maternity clothes

There’s a bag of clothes by the front door.

It’s sitting there like an unanswered question and the longer I try to ignore it, the more it bugs me.

It’s an impossible one for me to answer at this stage in my life. I’m just not ready to make such a huge decision.

Do we want another baby?

If the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are going back in for a third time, surely I can too? If Kate Middleton is prepared to suffer through the horrendous discomfort of hyperemesis gravidarum to have a third baby then surely I can get through another pregnancy too.

It was an incredibly easy question to answer last year when we decided to start trying for our second.

We always said we didn’t want an only child, we knew we wanted our toddler to have a sibling. Someone to play with and grow up with.

But do we want there to be a third?

Weighing up the pros and cons

Now that my youngest is nine months old, I’ve folded up all the nursing and maternity clothes but I’m struck by indecision about what to do with them.

Do I put them in the loft, where they are likely to gather dust and get eaten by moths if they’re up there too long?

Do I donate them to a charity shop?

Or if, and a big if at that, we end up trying for another next year, will I be glad that I kept them?

It’s scary even writing those words down. Trying for another baby again so soon is a really daunting prospect.

Can I do it all again?

First there’s the pregnancy to get through.

The morning sickness, breaking the news to work, worrying about what the bosses will think, struggling to carry my two kids with a big baby bump, getting more and more tired but having no time to rest, needing to wee all of the time.

Then there’s doing labour all over again.

The breathing, the contractions, the crying, the begging for it to stop, the bursting waters all over my feet, the blood, the tears, the pushing, the tearing, the thank f**k it’s all over.

Then there’s the newborn phase.

The struggle to breastfeed, the sleepless nights, the guilt at neglecting my older children, the crying, the lost evenings, the constant worry if they’re healthy.

Plus I’ll be doing all of that with two toddlers. Three against one. I don’t like those odds.

Then there’s the small, totally insignificant matter, of cash flow. How on earth would we afford another child? Number two is going to stretch us to the limit. The maths just don’t add up.

The winning argument

So why on earth do it all again?

There’s that feeling you get when holding your newborn baby in your arms. The one who you’ve been thinking about for nine months.

That bubbly feeling of being so full of love you might burst.

The moment when your newborn baby meets the rest of the family and everyone is so excited.

All the hilarious, cute and heartwarming moments that happen every day and make everything else totally worth it.

It’s the knowledge of all this that makes me stop and really think, are we done? Could I do it all again?

The answer is, maybe I could. I’m certainly not going to rule it out. Scary as the thought is.

So what to do with those clothes?

I guess I could compromise and squeeze them into the bottom of the wardrobe for now. After all, you should never say never.

Anyone braved having baby number three? Was it a difficult decision? I would love to hear your thoughts.



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  • I had baby number three then four an five in one go I couldn’t part with my maternity stuff I wanted a big family I have been sterilised now and that was such a hard decision I still feel sad about it but I think you have to be sensible sometimes (i wish I wasn’t) #fortheloveofblog

  • I think after number two I was still really sure I wanted a third, for me it was the question after number 3, could I really stop? Could I resist? I knew sensibly I shouldn’t have any more children, for health reasons and financial. It broke my heart parting with the new born clothes and knowing there wouldn’t be another. Sometimes I question if I made the right decision, but I know I am so blessed to have 3 healthy children, and although my son asks for a brother I just can’t do it again. Good luck with your decision, go with your heart xx #fortheloveofBLOG

  • I totally know this feeling! I thought I’d ruled out having a third, and I’ve given away all our baby clothes… but I’ve still kept my maternity stuff and I am wondering if… perhaps…….. one day………….. #trimphanttales

  • Ha ha, I would have been exactly the same but thankfully the desicion was made for me from a medical point of view and it was an emotional roller coaster getting the two we have so my husband was definitely happy to stick at two. Although even if you donated them then changed your mind, buying those first few baby items is sooooo amazing. If you’d kept the old clothes it would be harder to justify the shopping spree

    • That’s such a good point, you get to go shopping all over again! that is part of the fun of being pregnant. It’s great that you and your husband got your two kids and you’re happy with that number, despite the emotional and physical trauma. Thanks so much for reading xxx

  • I put mine in the loft even though at the time I wasn’t planning on having another. I figured if a friend or relative needed it then I can help them out (especially as they’re so expensive) But turns out its gonna be handy for me too as baby number two is back on the cards again (I’m allowed to change my mind haha)
    Thank you for sharing this with us at #TriumphantTales. I hope to see you back tomorrow!

  • Great post, it’s such a hard predicament. At the minute, we have one daughter as we just can’t afford to have another before 3 year funding kicks in for nursery and I can’t afford not to work. Unfortunately that means my hands (and legs) are tied for now! Great article though. Thanks for linking up to #fortheloveofBLOG