Am I in trouble now!
Last night angel-baby took her first tentative steps by herself. While S and I were busy talking. Thankfully, she caught S's eye and he got to witness her first "grown-up" steps. Man, I always miss the big moments. Luckily, she performed her trick once more before calling it a night.
I will admit it now. I cried. A lot. Seems to be happening a lot lately. I feel as though I am in mourning over the growing up of my little girl. It started out as just whimsical melancholy, but has snowballed into pregnant-hormonal depression over how she will never fit in one arm again. How she will never cut that first tooth again. Never take her first steps again...agh, I'm welling up as I type.
I know this is the pregnancy talking. But, it is sad. Who knew how heartbreaking watching your children grow could be. In just a few (yeah like 14-15) years, she's going to be screaming about how I don't understand and how she will just DIE if I don't let her do what she wants. So, I will cherish these sweet, simple, cuddle days. And cry into my pillow.