Bittersweet...

Twelve weeks already... time is not standing still as I hoped it would. Twelve Weeks is a bittersweet time frame for me.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little boy is no longer considered a newborn but an infant or baby.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little guy is going to start doing all sorts of new & wonderful things.

*At Twelve Weeks, my little baby-cake will continue to be the most amazing creature.

*At the end of twelve weeks, my child will have to go to daycare.

The thought alone gives me hives. I know I have to suck it up and deal with this, but I really don't want to. I know he's going but I don't have to like it. I know we both need to work, but I don't have to like this either. The thought of someone else watching my child and experiencing more 'firsts' with him breaks my heart. I actually got mad today when I thought that some woman named Linda would be changing his diaper. Linda is probably a very nice woman, but she's going to be hogging my time and I don't have to like it. Again, I have to deal with it, but I don't have to like it. And I have a feeling I won't like it one bit.