that's how big our baby is. it's crazy to think about - how he or she is so stinkin' small, but is causing me so much trouble!
I wonder if that's a precursor to the temperment of our baby. I do believe I'm doomed by a mother's prophecy.
whenever she was frustrated with me (almost always directly related to my bull-headed strong will), my mom would say "I hope you have a little boy someday, just like you!". because everybody knows that strong-willed little boys are even more difficult to handle than strong-willed little girls.
her vengeance will be complete. and I'll love every trying second of it!