I Smell Like Milk.

Well, it's officially official... my life is not my own anymore.

I can't believe it's been a week. And not because it feels like "just yesterday," but because it feels like she's been here forever. Just seven days ago was our first real day with her. The first day we got a taste of everything she has to offer - and in just seven days I can't remember life before. What was it like to not smell like milk? To get a shower everyday? To go to bed at night and not wake up until morning? All of that is completely foreign now.

Seriously, what did I do with my days? I know it wasn't as productive as being a sole food source to an infant or changing diapers around the clock. I had time to facebook at my leisure, I had time to blog about nothing at all, and I had time to eat when I wanted! The other night it took me an hour and a half to upload new pictures. Why? Well, someone decided they were hungry an hour before it was time. Which lead to 15 minutes of head thrashing in excitement of her upcoming meal. The meal that (when she finally figured out if she would be still she could eat) prompted like clockwork a dirty diaper. Getting her diaper changed naturally turned into spitting up. Which lead to an outfit change, and drum roll please... another dirty diaper. And that was just the meal. Then there was the calming down, reswaddling, rocking, and praying for sleep. By that time the pictures seemed unnecessary, just let me sit already. Starting then I've watched my life redesign itself. Kyle has to remind me to eat. I have to make a conscious effort to take my pain pills. Naps always beat facebook. And try as I might, showers are just not a daily occurrence. Yet.

But there is an upside to the madness. And it comes in the form of something close to 9lbs, with pretty blue eyes and big.fat.cheeks. Man, she's fun. I had no idea what to expect. Imagine as I did, I had no idea who was coming our way. And I'm happy to announce, we got everything we didn't know we wanted. Her faces would put anyone in a good mood. She's got a million of them already, one of them we've learned to look out for. As if she's saying, "go get the diapers" her little lips form a tight little O shape. This look receives the same reaction from her parents each and every time. First we laugh, but it's quickly followed by an "awwww grosssss!" Her stretches are my favorite part of each day. I don't know why it's so cute. I certainly don't ooh and ahh when Kyle stretches. But her little arms and legs stretching to the moon paired with such a big yawn for such a little face just makes me melt. Starting a morning at 6am isn't so bad when I'm holding her. Even if she did just go to bed at two. Speaking of which, her favorite time of day is from 10pm-2am. She doesn't really cry or fuss either, just likes to be up, hanging out. Somehow we have got to fix that. I shouldn't be surprised though - I blogged about her lack of sleep for the last nine months. What makes me think she should be any different out of my belly? If we don't actively try to put her to sleep, she doesn't go. She would watch TV with us all day if we let her. Our afternoons consist of her napping on my chest. It has to be the best, most rewarding feeling out there. There's nothing like it - and I'm afraid I've started a bad habit, but there's no way I'm changing it. Who cares if I have a seven year old sleeping on my chest someday? I know I don't.

She's got a whole new set of nicknames in just seven days. Some of which are buggie, booger, little bug, and squirt. We are convinced she will grow up to hate lady bugs. I get completely wrapped up in sentimental moments. Random things just spark them, and I have no control over my emotions. Once it was a little smile after a big meal. Another time was glancing at her ring finger sticking up and thinking about her coming home one day with a ring on it. Still another was thinking about her crawling then walking. I really need to stop - it can't be healthy for me. Not that I want her to do any of those things anytime soon, but it's fun to imagine the future with her.

All in all, life is pretty great with the Proebstings right now. We all could use a little more sleep, but what's it really matter? The phrase, "sleep when she sleeps," is completely irrelevant... to me anyways. I want to soak up as much time with her as I can. And if she is sleeping during the day I want to pick up, facebook for as long as I want, or blog about just how great she is. I can live on four hours of sleep a night, right? I still kinda can't believe she's here. And she's ours, forever. But everyday it gets a little more real, everyday I fall a little deeper in love, and everyday I'm thankful for our little bug.