Our perfect little Caleb arrived on February 20th. Today he's a week old, and looking at these photos makes me a little teary because he's already grown so much already. (<--I used to think it was weird when other moms said things like this, but now I totally understand.)
There were many moments throughout my pregnancy when I wished that the timing had been different--when I was suffering through morning sickness and exhaustion while studying for the bar, terrified that I wouldn't pass; when I had to tell my employer a month into my new job that I was four months pregnant; when we lost out on our second offer on a house and our temporary housing situation was less than ideal--but now I can see how little any of that mattered. It was never about my timing anyway. Now everyday I look at him, unbelievably happy despite my sleep deprived state, and think,
it was you, all along,
all along, it was you.