My DS is the most gorgeous, beautiful, happy soul and I’m so lucky to have him and feel awful for thinking this. But he’s 5 months old and on the 98th percentile, in 9-12 month clothes and it makes me sad.
I know it’s just my stupid PND looking for any excuse to make me sad. But he’s my last baby and I feel like I missed out on the small snuggly phase as he just grew exponentially from birth. I feel reset just thinking about it.
Anyone else ever felt a bit sad their baby grew so fast? Or have I crossed into the realm of the utterly ridiculous?