My third and final baby is just about to celebrate his half birthday and on one hand I can't believe that he is already six months and on the other, time could not go fast enough. You hear from everyone, "Slow down, savor every moment, you blink and they will be off to college..." As a mother of three whose oldest is seven I know first hand how fast time flies but honestly there are so many days where it couldn't go slower.
When I was pregnant with our third we knew this was our final baby no matter a boy or a girl. But because of a hard pregnancy I just wanted to get through it. I wasn't enjoying it even though I knew it would be the last time I would feel baby kicks from the inside or the last time I would bond with a baby even before seeing them. I wanted to savor it but if I'm being totally honest I just wasn't. So instead, during the pregnancy I kept telling myself that when he arrived I was going to savor it all because he was going to be the last. If I couldn't enjoy the final pregnancy then I would sure as heck enjoy all the moments of a new baby. I wanted to soak in the multiple hours of nursing, savor the baby snuggles, and not rush the milestones.