Does it blow your mind to think that there will only be one more of these posts before my little lemon has her first birthday? Time just keeps slipping into the future, as that one Space Jam song would say.
So far 11 months have come and gone in what feels like: a brief a moment when things are good and an eternity when Clara isn't sleeping, wants to nurse like her life depends on it, and I have a pimple the size of Mt. Rushmore on my chin.
But here we are, 48 weeks into this thing called motherhood.
And it is awesome.
See more pictures of Clara than you ever wanted to see by clicking here.
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