Jack is nine months old today.
Here's the thing. I was pregnant that kid for an entire nine months. And now he has apparently been out and about and living in the world for just as long. Or so the calendar tells me. Cause there is no way that those two events represent the same amount of time.
I always scoffed at old people talking about how fast time went by. Psh! I thought. Time is time is time! I thought. It's the same for everyone! I thought.
And then I had Jack.
Holy cow time goes by so much faster now.
In my brain I was pregnant for about the gestational length of an elephant and Jack has been here for maybe - maybe - three months.
Hmph. I do not approve.