She's 18 months old and delightful.
A dear friend had told me about the weeks before her second daughter came along...how she got all emotional for her older daughter, losing her baby status...it's a very complicated thing to feel, and I couldn't have really anticipated it fully, before now.
I know logically that this little sister will be maybe the best gift we could ever give Juliette. I am not worried about falling in love with this baby, loving her as much as I love Juliette, or any of that really... I just feel sort of guilty for tossing this still-so-baby Jules into a completely different life that she has no way of being prepared for (or even understanding at all!). I am emotional over our "last such-and-suches" as just the two of us (or three of us, with Daddy). Things will never, ever be the same. I know that somehow, in an instant, it will be alright. It will be more than alright...it will be the best, better than we could've imagined. I am anticipating this to be one of the mysterious ways God equips and blesses us as mommies, opening our hearts in inexplicable ways for more than one child.
But it's still making me all weepy and stuff.
(Aren't these little piggies/ponytails just killing you?)