Okay, I could have sworn I posted something up here after the baby was born. Maybe I just started something and then gave up on it. Anyway, yesterday was the six week anniversary (not really, since that implies something yearly but I don't know what else to say) of Abby's birth. She'll be two months old on March 19th. It feels like I both can't believe she's that old and also, that I can't believe she's that young. How could I have had a baby in my life for six weeks and also, how can she have only been a part of my life for six weeks? My grandmother had a baby brother who died at 3 or 5 months old, I can't really remember, and for some reason, I used to think it wasn't so bad, since the kid was very young, that somehow, the family wasn't all that attached to him yet. Not that it was a good thing, but better he died then than when he was much older. Now, I understand how my cousin, Jackie, was way more horrified by that story than I was. Everyone always says it, but you just cannot understand the amount of love you can feel for something until you hold it in your arms. I mean, I love Dan, a lot, but this is something totally different. I really hope that all of you get to experience it in your lives.
She's really been such a good baby. The other night, she slept for nine hours overnight, which is kind of ridiculous for such a young baby, but she definitely makes up for it with feedings during the day. Whenever we try to burp her while feeding, she starts freaking out. She doesn't want to go 5 minutes without eating. It's actually pretty funny, we need to get it on video before she gets too old and stops doing it.
Being home has been kind of boring. Daytime television is really the worst. I watch "Regis and Kelly" and "The Price is Right" semi-religiously. The rest is whatever I can find. Right now, I'm watching Man on Fire, which I always wanted to see and I can't believe it came out six years ago. What have I been doing for the past six years?
