Day Eighty Six: Bittersweet...

So last night my friend Chelsey came over and after we finished working on a project, we decided it was time to go into the nursery and pack it up. At first we laughed at all the clothes, and how this little girl would be dressing better than we were and then it would get sad. We took the bedding off of the crib, the picture frames down, the sign that had her name on it and anything pink. We figured we would leave all gender neutral stuff in the nursery just in case we do this again. I found myself having nightmares all night, and woke up groggy, but I think I might have closure.