Yesterday I had a baby girl... so it feels. My 6 pound 9 ounce beautiful baby girl is 18 now and having a baby of her own. I'm scared, excited, nervous, excited, worried, excited, did I mention I'm excited? Every time I see her, her belly is bigger and even at 3 months pregnant we can all see the changes her body is going through. I can't explain the feelings that flow through me, and some days it's hard to not cry when I look at her, or ultrasound pictures. Not because I'm sad... it's more that time flies.

On a sadder note, I had always thought that my mom would be here when I became a grandma, I had always assumed she would be there. It's been rough since my mom passed away in January, and not having here there for the birth of my first grandchild and her first great grandchild, has proven to be outright depressing.

Anyway, I'm going to be a grandma!! Woot *shakes her hiney in a happy dance*