At the time those 9 months seemed to drag on. The morning-noon-and-night sickness that I prayed would ended but continued on into my second and third trimesters. The emotional melt downs over a tv commercial for slow jamz CDs and crying because I didn't want to make the decision between ice cream or a burrito. The cravings for spicy food even though I had terrible heart burn. The up all night baking nesting phase. Trying everything short of castor oil to get him out and failing. 16 hours of labor. It all flew by.
And then he was here all 8lbs 7oz of him and I was over come with joy. He has grown and changed and learned so much and I couldn't be a prouder mother.
It's been a half a year already and it's so bitter sweet. Everyday I pray that time would just slow down so I could cherish each moment for just a little longer. Happy 6 months DJ
