`So I had lots of stuff I wanted to write about and wax eloquent on, but I forgot what it was. Sorry. I know you are disappointed.
So......baby news instead! Yay!
~Daughter 1 is holding her head up when we hold her against our chest. She can hold it up a little bit when she's on her stomach, but not much, and not for long. It's still cute to watch her try.
~She's starting to smile now. No, not fart smiles, though she does do those a lot (takes after her mom). She doesn't smile a lot yet, so who knows when we'll actually get a picture of one, but she's doing it.
~She can pass out in 2 seconds flat, if she lets herself. She likes to fight sleep. Also like her mom.
~She has this soft book that can attach to a crib that is red, black, and white. She loves looking at that. It keeps her fascinated, which keeps her calm, and eventually she will go to sleep.
~Speaking of sleep, she won't sleep in her co-sleeper. She wakes up as soon as she is put in it, and pretty much stays awake. She'll doze, but she won't sleep for any length of time. So she sleeps on my chest instead. Sweaty.
I am constantly amazed how something that only eats, sleeps, and poops, can take up so much time. Most of it relating to laundry. And sore nipples.
I have to say that, so far, I have been lucky. I've had no depression, which was something I was worried about, since I have a tendency for it. But I've never been happier. I like to think that I was made for this. Brag, brag. Though now that my dream of being a mother has finally come true, I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself. I'm still going to get my Master Herbalist diploma, and I'm still trying to talk myself into selling my crochet projects, but everything I ever planned to do, to become, has been fulfilled by Daughter 1's birth. It's a little confusing. I guess I'll figure it out. Though I do feel a bit as if I'm floating loose.
I am also constantly amazed at how much my feelings change from day to day. No, not that. I love her unconditionally (how can I not? She's super cute). One day I never want her to grow up, but stay small and cute forever, and the next, I can't wait to see the kind of person she will become. To see the kind of life she will lead. I hope and pray that it will be, ultimately, a happy one. And that she will know that it is. And then I don't want her to grow up at all. Can't stop it, I suppose.
The grippy things on the bottom of my socks are coming off. I probably wear them too much. They are so comfortable though.
