While I believed what they told me, I never imagined how it would play out in reality.
I feel like I blinked, and I went from looking at a positive pregnancy test to having a six month old baby.
I've been pretty nostalgic the last few weeks. And by nostalgic, I mean weepy. I tear up watching her play, watching her taste new foods, when she smiles at me, when she's playing with daddy, while she's nursing, and when I go in to kiss her goodnight before I go to bed (she looks so sweet when she sleeps). So, basically, I'm always crying.
She is the happiest, smiley-est baby, and so friendly! So far she seems to have gotten the best of both of her parents in looks and personality. She's the perfect blend of us.
She's 25.5 inches long, and 15 pounds. She's really interested in zippers and tags, loves books and reading (or to be read to). Her favorite toy is her Sophie teether Giraffe. She is sitting (mostly) on her own, rolling from front to back, standing (with some help) and playing at her leap frog table, and we've started her on solid foods.
She's also quite the chatter box when it's just her and I. She is so much fun to be around, and I am so thankful that I get to spend everyday with her.
I never imagined how much I would love being someone's mother.