The truth..

Sooo, you know how I've been all excited about going to have a sisters weekend in Portland? Well, that's still true, but, not..? J has been alive for 19 months and in that time we have never spent a night away from each other. I'm starting to get that same feeling I had before I had to go back to work over a year ago. The one where I nursed her one last time at 5 am before I got out of bed to get ready...and then I just sat there bawling for another 30 minutes before I REALLY had to get up and get ready to go (apparently teachers being at work on the first day of school is a big deal). It's literally one night, most likely not even a full 24 hours. But it's just weird. I will have NO idea if she wakes up in the night--awesome, but sad? And K is not one of those dads that's clueless, I was blessed for sheezy when it came to that department. But  it's still just strange to have been with someone every single night for 19 months and 4 days, and then you're not! I just re-read this and I sound like the most stereotypical annoying mom ever, but people, check out this baby and tell me she's not where it's at

Homegirl has got some serious spunk!