Today marks an important milestone. Today, John is 38 weeks and 2 days old which
is exactly how far along I was in my pregnancy when he was born.
Just to be clear - No, I don’t count the weeks
anymore. It’s kind of funny because I
don’t even remember when I stopped.
Every Tuesday for 2-3 months, I’d say to Bud or my mom, “John is <<fill-in-the-blank-number>> weeks
old today.” Every Tuesday was a little
celebration until one week it just wasn’t.
And now the 22nd of every month is
special. “It’s John’s <<fill-in-the-blank-number>>
month birthday!” Pretty soon though, we’ll
lose track of months too. No, I will not
answer in months when someone asks me how old he is after 1 year old.
It’s so weird to think that he’s been alive as
long as I was pregnant because I feel like he’s been around forever and I was
pregnant for about 15 minutes. It’s so
weird to think how far he’s come. 38
weeks ago he was utterly helpless and 38 weeks before that he was a teeny-tiny
ball of cells.
But now at the ripe ol' age of 38 weeks, he's doing this...
The video isn't anything too exciting, but it's a good snippet of what I watch all day. A happy boy playing with his girls.
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