Is it really November?
How is my baby already a week old?
Do I really get to wake up to this cute sleepy head every morning?
Does J really have to go back to work on Monday? We have loved having him home all day, every day.
How is it possible to be so sleep deprived but so happy?
Will I ever be able to wear real shoes again? Or will my swollen feet be stuck in flip flops and Ugg boots for the rest of my life?
Who loves Maggie more? Me, J, or Layla? With the amount of kisses Layla attempts to give this baby, I might have to say Layla.
Why didn't anyone warn me that my baby would be the sweetest, most precious little person that I've ever laid eyes on?