I can't believe that 39 weeks ago today, my water broke in the living room. 39 weeks ago to the hour, I was getting out of the shower, packing up for a weekend in a hospital. Tomorrow, at 4:29pm, Ava will be 9 months old. The exact amount of time that I was pregnant with her, 39 weeks. In those long weeks of pregnancy, my little Ava went from a bundle of cells to a living, breathing baby. It is so amazing to think about how much my life (and Ava's life) changed that day.
And everyday after that day has been life-changing for me as a new mom and for my little boo bug as well. Everyday that has gone by, I find myself loving her more than the day before, even when I always think that will be impossible! In the past 39 weeks, I have watched her go from a helpless newborn, unable to see more than 12 inches away, unable to even lift her head, feed herself, express thoughts or even process her surroundings to a crawling, cruising, screeching, talking, signing, self-feeding, laughing, kissing, little ball of energy and happiness! Oh my goodness, how much I love her! And while tomorrow isn't as momentous as a first birthday, it will be a very momentous event for the Mama that carried her for 9 months. Thinking back on that day will always remind me of how 39 weeks can change the world.
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