This is my baby.
Or should I say, our baby. I suppose she is comprised of 50% Stuart's DNA, although I tend to think she is taking after my side of the family. Blond(ish) hair. Blue eyes. Emotional. Opinionated. Sometimes cries when she doesn't get her way.
Plus, she doesn't have a beard. Which means she looks more like me by mere facial hair characteristics.
She also doesn't have any chest hair. Or any armpit hair. Or any leg hair.
For which I am thankful. Thank you, Norwegian ancestors, for your complete lack of body hair. We certainly are a fair haired, bald bunch.
Even though I think she looks like my Mom, sometimes I still really see Stuart in her eyes. Not the color, but the shape. When she smiles.
And then I die a thousand happy deaths because I love her so much. And then I try to convince my husband that we need to have another one. Who then kindly reminds me that he has another year of school left. At which point I smile and say “So…”
At which point he says “So…don't you think it would be smart to wait?”
At which point I say “No. And ‘smart' is a stupid word anyway.”
At which point he says “You are being irrational.”
At which point I break down in tears.
At which point I start acting exactly like a seven month old who doesn't get her way.
Yup, just like her Mama that wee-one is.
I am so proud.