12 weeks old today

It's amazing how far Jane has come, and how different she is already than when we first met her. Her little body can stretch out and hold itself up, instead of crumpling into a little snuggly ball all of the time. She'll smile whenever people smile right at her (and charm the pants off of them). She's cooing a bit - not really conversationally yet, but I'm sure we'll get to do some girl talk soon. It's harder now to see the baby that came out of my tummy than to see the beginnings of a little kid. I think she's pretty independent, and that she really has a sense of humor. She can also seem like a 90's teenager to me - remember how they used to say "Hel-LO!" and "DUH." She totally makes those faces. (Maybe they still say DUH, but not like we did in the 90's. We had attitude). She also LOVES her Daddy, and is totally going to be a Daddy's girl (not to mention how he will be wrapped around her little finger, too).


Her daily schedule has been changing, too. Around 4 - 6 weeks I started noticing that Jane would fall asleep late at night (around 1:00 - 2:30am) for a good 5 or 6 hour chunk. A couple of weeks ago she started falling asleep around 11:30pm (SO much better than 2:00am), and she'll sleep until 6:30 or 7:30 in the morning - glorious! I didn't do anything to get her to do that, she just fell into that routine on her own. In the morning, she's happy and she takes long naps. In the afternoon, she starts to get fussy and doesn't nap or takes quick cat naps and she eats pretty often. It gets pretty hard for me from 8pm-11pm, but it's easier now knowing that sweet relief is coming by 11:30.


I started working again when she was 6 weeks old, 20 hours a week, mostly in the evenings. Michael watches her while I'm gone. He is still working graveyard shifts himself, so we don't see a lot of each other but we both get good time with Jane.

Jane is so awesome that we've both decided we want a million more kids. Maybe we'll get lucky next time and have twins! ;)

ps - okay, just kidding. We do want lots more kids, but that's not to say it isn't hard. Especially when Michael goes to work all night and needs to sleep all day. I'm not sure if I've ever felt more tired than I do at 10:30 pm when my whole body aches so bad I don't know how I'm going to pick her up again (and there might be some occasional crying thrown in there). But fatigue has never been so worthwhile.