emma rose

It has been a long time since I've had the opportunity to come here.  A long time since I've had the cognitive ability to form thought processes that translate into written words that make sense.  And a very long time since I've crafted such an awesomely bad run on sentence;)

And here's the reason:

My sweet, sweet little Emma Rose.

Our daughter turns 1 month old today.  She is perfection in a small, wiggly body and I am hopelessly in love with her.  At this exact moment she is curled into my left arm, watching Momma type one handed because the little dear refuses to lay down for a nap.  Despite the numbness I feel creeping into my non dominant upper extremity, I don't mind a bit.  I'm told that I will live to regret letting her fall asleep on my chest post feeding.  Sure that's true.  And I'm convinced that I won't always feel so satisfied knowing that my arms are her most favorite place to be.  But one month in and I'll allow myself the luxury of repeating myself, I don't mind a bit:)

Life has certainly changed for Clayton and me.  And those changes started long before her fairly dramatic arrival.  Pregnancy turned me into a much different version of myself.  And not just physically.  In fact, contrary to my previously held belief that I would blimp up into the most ridiculous caricature possible of the gestating female, this pregnancy was extremely kind to me.  I gained a very reasonable amount of weight that was centered mostly in a baby bump that I loved.  And although my favorite pre pregnancy jeans are still a little tighter than I'd like, I can already zip them up without having to do any kind of dance.  You know the one.  The dance that you pray no one ever sees you do.  The dance that requires lots of space, possibly a flat surface, and frequently the use of very unflattering grunting noises.  But I digress.  Anyway.  Despite some extreme nausea early on along with a very unfortunate heightened sense of smell that plagued me during my first trimester, I actually felt really good.  Tired.  But good:)  Most of my changes weren't easily seen or noted except by those closest to me.  I just got slower.  Mentally, physically.  I don't think I read a single book during my pregnancy.  I stopped cooking.  I slept in on weekends.  I lost most of my desire to be social past the twilight hour.  I probably got a little boring if truth be told.  I'm trying to get my pre-preggo self back but it's not the easiest thing to do with the added responsibility of our little wiggly worm.  And, honestly, some things just aren't as important as they used to be.  Ya know?  Priorities have shifted. Appropriately.  But, still.  It would be nice to use my kitchen for something other than bottle prep.  Just every once in a while:)

Happy one month birthday, Emma Rose.  I love you:)