As if a third pregnancy, a third dive into the bin of maternity clothes, and a third round of biweekly OB appointments weren’t reminder enough.
I now have a very large, somewhat aerodynamic memento sitting in the garage symbolizing our growing family and the fact that I am a suburban mom of two-and-a-half.
My friends, I am now the (proud?) owner of a minivan.
What has been the most obvious outward symbol of transition in your own life?