And this is what is so hard for me to believe: She is becoming a little girl. Friday morning after finishing her bottle she held it up to me and said "bottle!" She did this twice. I wish you all could have seen her face; she was so proud of herself. This is her first word (aside from mama and daddy). She will be eleven months tomorrow and I am having kind of a difficult time acknowledging that my baby is almost a year. I fold her laundry and get a little misty eyed as I see how "big" her jeans have gotten. And then I get really saddened when I realize how quickly the next several years will fly by. She is so precious to me.
Tomorrow I have the amniocentesis. I am very nervous about this, especially as they will most likely have to go through the placenta. While they are experts and know what they are doing, this idea just scares me. Dave is coming with me for support and because he wants to be there (I can't drive myself for the procedure anyway). I am glad to have him. He is a great husband. He's an amazing father too, but he is such a wonderful husband for me.