My daughter is 8.5 months and I can't even tell you what a softie I've become since having her! I'm so emotional and sentimental over things. Any time I put her clothes away that don't fit her, I feel so sad. Putting toys away that she doesn't fit in anymore. Tears. And to make things more ridiculous, my husband moved our furniture back to the way it was before we had the baby. All I can think is, omg it was like that when I was pregnant! And now that it's moved back to the way it was, now the place where Margot slept (next to my bedside in her bassinet) isn't there anymore 😭 like seriously, what the hell happened to me, I used to be dead inside 😂😂😂