And I'm a really, really good cleaner. That's the miracle of OCD. In fact, I don't think I ever went through the whole "nesting" phase during my pregnancy. We just called that "Saturday."
But it's totally worth it, because this little guy comes home tomorrow:
|You'll forgive the lovely picture. I mentioned I was cleaning all day, right?|
Baby James is about as sweet as they come. And so teeeeeny tiny!
I was surprised though by how very different holding him was than holding Leah. Of course, God designed it that way for a reason... I shouldn't feel that deep emotional attachment for someone else's child. But I didn't realize just how different the experience would be.
Even though he is beautiful, I could give him back to his mommy without hesitation. When Leah was out of my arms, there was a physical ache.
He is just gorgeous, and smooshy, and adorable, and I do love him. And the difference between James and Leah?
And although that newborn phase was awfully sweet...
...I have to admit that I like where we're at now even better!