I promised photos of my scrapbook, but due to my ever-so-apparent ADD, I got sidetracked uploading the photos and now I am off in la-la-land. My mouse sort of took over and guided me to the folder entitled "Arianna," and then the one entitled "Arianna (new)." The first is full of the 300 or so photos I took of her in the hospital and in the visits that followed after, in the days before I signed. Then, the next, which also has more photos than I even realized, is for the pictures I get from her Mommy and Daddy.

I am in awe that my baby girl has gone from a nakey, screaming baby to looking like a little "grown up"

in eight "short" months. I am amazed every time I see a photo of her at how much she has grown. It's still hard to comprehend that I created a human that is growing...that her body, her brain, just everything...have a job to do and know how to do it, and that I made that. She came out of me! It's hard to believe sometimes, still to this day. On one hand it makes me really sad that she is growing so rapidly and changing every single day and I am not there to witness it first-hand. But I try not to dwell on that, and rather look at how well she is doing where she is. She is truly flourishing where I have 'planted' her, granted, her parents deserve 99.9% of the credit for that...but I do deserve that small .01%, not so much for creating her life on this earth, but for putting her there (with her parents) in the first place. :)