This past week, to make room for the baby, we've had to get rid of this:



and this:



Although they are just "stuff", I am saddened by this. I used to run on that treadmill for an hour four times a week. It was the one thing I can count on when I feel I have to lose a few pounds. I loved my early morning run while watching Good Morning America on mute and listening to the headphones of the tiny radio strapped on my arm. That was my "me" time, when my family knows that I cannot be bothered and I won't stop for anything - not visitors, not phone calls. I remember the only time I cut my run short was on the morning of September 11, 2001, when I saw that plane hit the second World Trade Center tower, and my feet just instinctively jumped at the sides of the treadmill, while I was riveted at the news and found myself just watching the TV for the rest of the morning.

The foosball table was my Christmas gift to my sson a few years back. I remember how much fun my hubby and I had assembling it (no kidding), and how we futilely tried to wrap it, putting a big golden bow on top. And I'll never forget my sson's face as he saw the big blob of a Christmas wrapper, probably not knowing what's in it but his eyes widened just the same as he figured something that big must be good!

They both went fast at craigslist. We had a phone call 20 minutes after my husband listed the treadmill, and the foosball was picked up the day after it listed. I jokingly asked my husband - what else can we sell around the house?

Actually, this would be next:



I'm still using it for now as I've finally started exercising on my third trimester, and since it's the only type of exercise (aside from walking) I can handle.

So it's time to say goodbye to stuff, to be replaced with new stuff, to welcome the most important thing that will keep me occupied for a long, long time.

Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 11.11.2005 12:05 PM. |