So big...

This is H in her pack n play. Tracking with her eyes. Considering she should still be in utero, this is pretty good. She's actually supposed to be born now. The doctors think she was 5-6 weeks early and since she'll be 5 weeks on Friday, we'll just assume she's now a newborn.

I gave H her bath last night, which she LOVES until I take her out of the water. Then she gets really cold. Hey, that's how I feel too. Our house is kind of cold anyway and I usually blast myself with scalding water before I get out. I won't do that to H, promise. I'm just relating.

After her bath I put her in her jammies. That (no joke) did not fit her the day before. They were too big on Monday, and fit her on Tuesday. Yes, she wore the same jammies two days in a row. I washed them and they were on her floor to be put away and I just grabbed them to put them back on. And yes, her clothes were on her floor. So are mine. And just about everything else in this house. I don't get anything done around here, okay people?

So I took a picture or two last night, amazed that she grew in one day. I feel like she's starting kindergarten tomorrow. I'll upload that picture later.

My husband's principal gave us a book written by Jamie Lee Curtis about adoption. It's called Tell Me Again About the Night I Was Born. I was reading it to H yesterday and I had to stop in the middle. I was crying like a child. We cried for like 2 seconds when we told M's parents about her and then I really haven't had time to cry since. I actually have wondered why I haven't, but when I get stressed out, I just get snippy and need to be alone. Now that the stress has gone a bit, I think it all just hit me.

What a sweet little girl. She's looking at her dad with the cutest expression.

We were talking yesterday about adopting another baby and discussing what race, gender, etc. We really do get to pick, but I'm just not sure we should. M would like a boy, but it's not like we could choose if we were to get pregnant. Anyway, the point of this story is that I thought, "I don't know if I could love another child as much as I love H!" However, I've heard this is a common sentiment for the children following the first. But honestly, what if the second one isn't as cute as H?