According to the online age calculator (where I input the date of conception and then Elliot’s birthday), my son has been out here, in this world, for 2 days longer than he was in the womb. I really meant to figure out that number and then write to him on that day. Elliot has been around for 250 days. He was inside for 248. God, 248 days sounds like a long freaking time for me to carry that little sucker around, doesn’t it? Although, the first four or so months weren’t very difficult; not even when I had morning sickness.

So yeah, I feel like that’s a pretty big milestone that we’ve hit. I don’t know why. At least, I don’t think I can find the words to explain it. The last 8 months have flown by and yet, there were days I thought would never end; that I’d have to listen to him crying or snuffling or whatever other kinds of things I felt trapped by, felt awful about, etc. I felt helpless and overwhelmed and at the same exact time, so thankful and blessed and overcome by such immense joy that I couldn’t even fathom that he would be this old some day. And gee, I know 8 months and one week is not that old but it’s so difficult to imagine that time when he was but a few days old and I was clueless. And head over heels in love.

ETA: that can’t be right! my math sucks.