I feel like I have nothing left to say. I'm not a fan of constantly writing about the cute way my baby filled his diaper. I neither want nor need to document his every moment here; he has a baby book.
I'm no longer going through diagnostic testing. I'm not in the midst of a perilous pregnancy. I'm not going through the hell that is premature birth by emergency c-section. I don't have to spend my days in the NICU. At this point things are going normally. Based on the Ages/Stages Questionnaire utilized by our county's early intervention specialists, things are right on target for the lowercase's adjusted age.
There is something on my mind however and when I can accurately portray on the page what's screaming through my head, I will post. Maybe this week, maybe next. Soon.
