. . . can't be.
How, in the world, can she already be 3 weeks old?
I knew this would happen. Soon, she'll be going on dates and wanting a later curfew.
Uhh . . . I shutter at the thought.
Well, since her last dr. appointment, I've started pumping twice a day. Once to allow Grady a feeding and once to begin stock piling in the freezer. So far, so good.
I told you, Grady was most excited Ross is now large enough to fit in the Baby Bjorn, so Saturday she spend a good protion of the day testing it out for the first time. We are clearly ready for Disney World now . . . and maybe a flea market or two . . .
Going into week 3, she remains on her 3 hour schedule . . . however, I hear this is when colic makes it's appearance (if she's going to get it). The horror stories I've heard and read about are enough to make you sick on your stomach . . . So, I'll admit, I'm a bit on edge and am constantly hoping and praying she steers clear of it.
Nonetheless, my best bet is probably making the most of today and cherishing every single second I have with this, soon to be, 4 week old!