I'm not counting down the days anymore like I was at Week 1 when the days and nights were one big blur with sporadic unrestful bouts of sleep. At almost 8 months, I'm asking time to slow down. Let me memorize his face, his chubby feet, and baby fat that Rob and I would (fake) chomp on to make him laugh. Even his cries. As much as they make my teeth clench and stir my stress, I try to appreciate this all. I've grown used to having a little bit of sleepiness constant throughout my days. Operating, nonetheless. And skipping the naps.
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