My Gmail notifier toned the familiar sound letting me know that I had new mail (by the way, Gmail, where have you been all my life? why did it take me so long to convert to your ways?). The email was from an online baby site that let's you know what's going on with your baby each week; I usually either just glance at these emails or immediately toss them out.
But, this week when I saw the title, I thought, "They must have sent this email to the wrong Mom. Or maybe they've got their numbers mixed up."
The subject: "20 Weeks Old: What's Going on With Your Baby".
I continued to think to myself as I clicked open the message, "Yep, they must have goofed by sending me this "20 Weeks Old" message." It wasn't until I opened the message that it hit me...
My baby is 20 weeks old.
When did this happen?
"They" tell you all along that it will go by so fast and to cherish every moment, but I don't think it really sunk in until just now. Hug your babies tight, for they won't be babies much longer!
On a less depressing note, the Bug and I are headed to Knoxville this week with two of my favorite people -- GiGi and Cousin Richard! No, Jenaleigh and I won't be going to the game, but we'll be cheering on the Vols with all our hearts! GO BIG ORANGE!
aw! My baby is 6 months today and I feel like I just had him.
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