Our second daughter was born on 1/10/14 weighing 8 lbs 4 oz and 21.5 inches. She's an amazingly good baby and it's incredible how quickly the heart can double in capacity. My two girls have made me the luckiest mommy in the world. I can't express how grateful I am for both of them. They're so different already. Peanut butter has hair...dark hair, and so far it seems straight. J was bald for her first year. Peanut butter is relatively calm, J was constantly discontent. I love everything about this baby and her big sister. PB latched right away (it took J almost a week before she was exclusively breastfed). PB has never had formula (YAY).
Right now the husband and J are on a "date" (at a hockey game). He's been sending me photos and it looks like she's having a great time.
The editing still isn't done but I only have 46 pages left and I'm feeling consistently more confident about it. I also have the next idea for a YA thought out pretty thoroughly. I've written tidbits of an outline and the other night I came up with most of the plot (including the ending). I want to start on it but I'm afraid of all the unfinished attempts I've had at writing full novels, so I want to wait until I know I can give it at least a little bit a day.
I've been telling my husband that I won't give up on this. Never. I've never not wanted it, so now that I've written a complete manuscript, edited it, written versions of a query (hardest part of this, so far), I know I can keep doing this for as long as I have the ability to see and type. Until I've made it. And I'll keep going after that (even harder).
Okay, PB is not happy...gotta go :)