I will never forget the day I found out I was pregnant. It was early February, and while certainly not unplanned, the news was unexpected. We’d been trying for over a year. In my head, I fast forwarded nine months – a November baby! Maybe he’d come on Thanksgiving!
Imagine my surprise when, an hour later, after I’d fired up my laptop in order to research every pregnancy question under the sun, I plugged my date into the due date calculator. October 15th? That doesn’t seem right. But it was, and nine months later my little Thanksgiving bird arrived six days late.
Of course the October vs. November part doesn’t matter. Over the past eight months I’ve realized how nice it was been to have a baby born in the fall. I’m not talking about any of that red shirting stuff like oldest kid in the classroom, biggest boy on the soccer team, etc. No, I’m talking about all the selfish mom stuff – like burrowing with a newborn in the winter and exploring fresh fruits in the summer!
Here are five reasons I love having a fall baby…
I’m hoping we can aim for future fall babies down the road. It would be nice to recycle all the baby and maternity clothes! Of course I’m not implying that a spring, summer, or winter baby is less desirable in any way. I’ve just really enjoyed how Cullen’s growth has changed with the seasons. I’ve also learned that nature does not operate on schedules, so I’ll take whatever I’m given when that time comes.
Read more from Emily on her personal blog Daily Garnish, where she creates healthy vegetarian recipes, recaps her latest running adventures, and chronicles life as a new mom to her son and two crazy dogs. You can follow along on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest too!