Time is starting to fly. Everyone told me it would when Amelie was first born, and as I fed for the millionth time that day then tried to get Amelie to sleep for the millionth and one time, then sat holding her because that was the only way she would sleep, messy house be damned, I seriously doubted their sanity. But then Amelie grew older, started feeding far less and sleeping on her own, and I can attest that they were right. The time is flying. It's bittersweet. Amelie only gets more fun, but everything is going so quickly. I'm scared I'll forget what it was like and what it is like. I swear, having a baby is just one big mass of contradictory feelings, all the time. Oh and guilt. Contradictory feelings and guilt.