Enjoying My Time

While my baby girlie swings away, blissfully conked out in her battery powered Graco baby swing, I've finally been able to enjoy some time dinkin' around online... although I probably should have showered over an hour ago, or better yet, I should have taken this chance to take a much, much needed nap, as my left eye's been twitching all morning long. I keep thinking though that she'll wake any minute... She'll make some cute lil' noise and stir a bit, and I'll brace myself for more coo-ey noises to be made, followed by some cute grunting and then a sharp lil' squawk that translates into "COME N' GET ME RIGHT NOW, MOMMIE!", signaling my online time must come to an end, but she's been out now for over 2 hours. She's made a couple deep contented breathy sighs since I began writing this lil' blurb of a post... but she's still not yet awake. Should I stop now and dash upstairs for a quick 5 minute shower?

A couple days ago --actually, it was the very night before we were to leave town in the morning for a family wedding in L.A. at Griffith Park-- I had stalled and stalled, thinking I didn't have enough time to shower before our baby girlie would wake and want to be fed before her final bedtime. I finally made a go of it though, and I hopped in the shower. Not only did I have to cut my shower short, I wound up with only one leg shaved (and I hadn't shaved in over a week), and no, I did not get the chance to remedy that before the wedding that following day. Thank goodness the dress I'd chosen to wear was long and lengthy!

Since my baby sweet potato girl's arrival, time has become a most precious commodity - not that it wasn't precious before... but never before now had time truly flown like it now does. And I'd thought the time was soaring past me while I was pregnant? That was nuthin'! I mean time REALLY flies by freakin' fast now, like lightning speed flashes! The day begins and before I know it, it's after three in the afternoon and I have only 3 or 4 hours or so until my honey-man is to return home from work.

I can't believe my baby is nearly 8 weeks old already? I'LL have only a month of maternity leave left... ['SHOUTING-AT-TOP-OF-MY-LUNGS' NOTE TO SELF: STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! THIS VERY INSTANT! DO NOT THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL TOTALLY FREAK OUT AND BURST INTO TEARS. AH!-AH! NOOO! NO!!! STAAHHP THAT!] Um, so yeah, she'll be 8 wks old tomorrow, and I had her weighed just yesterday, as I'd already noted. I look through the pictures we took those first days in the hospital, and it's utterly unbelievable how quickly she grows and how much she's changed and developed since we brought her home.

Oh and she's sooooo cute! She cooes, she smiles, she squawks and squeals... And she's seems to be such a pensive little girl already. She'll stare at us and all our fantastical efforts to coax a smile, and then she'll tilt her head to the side while staring some more... then she'll slowly bring her chin downward without breaking eye contact and then she'll suddently throw her chin upward and throw us the cutest lil' toothless smile I've ever laid eyes on!

The days just meld one into the other and I wish with all my heart that time would slow down, please, so I could enjoy this time a little longer, please.