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va turned 4 months old on Sunday. Here are her new stats for those who are interested:
Weight: 14.4 lbs
Length: 24.5 in
Body Type: Chunky (and perfect!)
(Oh, and in other good news... I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight! Hooray!)
I told Daniel the other day that these have been the longest four months of my life. It seems like ages ago that I was in labor. They have just crawled by.
I think for the most part that is a good thing. We have enjoyed her a lot. I don't want to make it sound like I don't. I cherish every day. I laugh at her giggles, smell her baby smell, and cuddle her irresistibly soft skin. She is wonderful. But she is also exhausting.
I love her so much now, but part of me can't wait until she sleeps a little better, and I don't walk around in a stupor anymore. I can't wait to see her personality bloom and what color her hair will be. I can't wait until she can
suck her thumb. These milestones that seemed so insignificant now loom large, and I think,
Lord, will I ever feel well rested again? You seasoned moms might tell me no.
But I'm enjoying it. She is delightful. When I get up in a grumpy mood because I am so tired, I need only look to her little face. She is so excited to see me. She squeals and smiles. And it is all worth it.