I’ve felt a bit emotional the past week or so, for different reasons. Nothing I care to write about tonight. I’m almost feeling a bit hormonal, but it’s not consistent.
At 10:33 PM tonight it will be 26 weeks since I gave birth to McLovin. I always think of Wednesday’s as “our night” since it’s the day of the week we first met.
I look at McLovin and he’s everything I could have wished for. And more. He’s the most precious and amazing being I’ve ever met. Tonight I was breastfeeding him in the darkness and he fell asleep in my arms, and I couldn’t move. Just listening to his sweet inhales and exhales and marveling at how I never thought I could love anyone or anything this much, it brought tears to my eyes.