Newnessess

John is growing SO FAST!

His 2 month doctor's appointment is on the 29th, but curiosity got the best of me and the unofficial numbers are 11#4oz (at the office of a friend's midwife...a gain of 4#2oz), 25" (at mom and dad's...he's grown 4"), and his little feet have grown another 1/2 inch! Yowzers! The pediatrician will probably declare other numbers, but his growth is impressive at any rate...at least to me!

Yesterday I put him down on his tummy after changing his diaper and he pushed up on his forearms and lifted his head all the way up. Brilliant! I never thought I would be cheering such a seemingly small achievement, but it feels momentous. When I flipped him over later to show Jason, he didn't repeat the trick...instead he furiously kicked his knees in a pseudocrawl... I groan to think about how quickly he'll be putting the two activities together and off he'll go.

Right now he's passed out across my lap. The little stinker doesn't want to nap anywhere else...but who can blame him, and I really don't mind.

John and I are headed to Portland next week by air (if his birth certificate makes it to me in time), and I'm excited to introduce our little guy to my family down there. I'm bummed that Jason isn't going to be able to go down with us, but it will hopefully be a great time in spite of that fact.

Momminess is still a struggle at times, but largely a joy. The best part is the continuing journey of getting to know Sir John better each day.

Thanks for all of your support.

I've fallen in Love!

It has been a busy but wonderful few weeks since I have last posted. Since then I have become an aunt (http://aclarkfam.blogspot.com/), slept for 6 hours at a time (oh, what a difference!), and the best thing...fallen in love with my son.

I hear that it is supposed to happen at first sight, and am probably a bad mother for admitting it, but it took a while (and a lot of prayer) for my little munchkin to climb into my heart to stay. It surprised me when while holding him late one night I realized that love had snuck up on me and that I would be willing to die for this little guy. It took a month, but it happened and when I finally fell, I fell hard, and it feels wonderful. Yeah, he still deafens with his screams when he's ticked off, and I mourn the loss of freedom and free time, but it doesn't seem to matter so much. I finally understand why women do this motherhood thing.

I'll post some pictures when I get a chance.