My son is eight months old. He’s nearly been alive as long out of the womb as he was in it. For some reason, that just blows my mind. Watching him change and grow and learn always makes me think of how once he was this tiny little boy, roaring on the warming table while … More Eight.
If you’d told me five months ago that come this time of year, I would have such a happy kid, I probably would have thrown something at you. Or at least mumbled some not-so-nice things under my breath about how even though I’m a first time mom, this is not my first rodeo and I … More Seven.
I must confess, I have mixed emotions about my son being six months old. One the one hand– we are finally halfway through the first year! On the other– we are already halfway through the first year!! How thrilling and sad. What a relief and yet just a little bit disappointing. I wouldn’t say I … More Six.
Four months. Whew. This third month has been a rollercoaster. He’s better!! He’s worse… He’s better!! He’s worse… So it goes. I’ve read things about a four month regression, but apparently my son felt the need to jump the gun on that. Hopefully this doesn’t mean he’ll do it again this month.. or keep doing … More Four.
It’s true. Pretty sure I haven’t posted a P365 update just for the sake of a P365 update in like a year. And I don’t have anything particularly deep or thought provoking to share with the blogosphere. So you get photos and I get the comfort of knowing I’m making an effort to revive this … More A P365 update… whaaaat?
We did it! We made it to 37 weeks! Good job, baby Moses! Thank you, Jesus. I am so. stinking. thankful. that the end is near. So thankful for this little boy and the gift of a healthy (albeit miserable) pregnancy, but seriously. CAN’T WAIT to not be pregnant anymore. I’m nesting. I’m also very … More Full Term!
Wow. A lot can happen in three weeks. I got bigger. So did the baby– who actually spent the whole day yesterday doing somersaults and other wacky tricks that made my belly look more like a wave pool and less like a part of my body. That is, until Aaron got home from work and … More Week 29 (and a bunch of photos)