Okay smart-asses i know WHY but i don't have to like it.
So last night K let me sleep a decent amount. She called me into her room around 330am to give her the boobie juice. After she had her fill she coughed so i sat there holding her until she was done coughing and settled. And you know what? It broke my heart! I wasn't cradling this little baby anymore. NO i was rubbing the back and resting my chin on my 8 month old who was SITTING in my lap with her head against my chest!
I feel like just yesterday I was still wobbling around with a big pregnant belly and now I'm cuddling my 8 month old!
It was too much to take in, so i just sat there a little longer holding her and remembering THAT moment for the future when she doesn't want to sit on my lap.