I just went shopping for Layla's Christmas dress and think I found one I like. I have to go back to get it because I left a gift card at home. Ugh! Anyway, as I was shopping, I began to get discouraged (I'm not sure if that's thet exact word I'm looking for). Every time I looked at a tag the feeling grew deeper and deeper. You see, Layla is 9 months old next week (wow!). However, she's not even to the weight listed as the low end of the 6/9 month clothes. :-( I've been pretty good the past month or so about not worrying too much about her weight. As her 9 month appiontment draws near, it's been creeping more and more into my thoughts. Today's trip to the mall did not help at all. I guess I could look at is as a positive that my little girl is staying small to let me enjoy this size longer. I'm sure one day I'll look back wishing I hadn't kept worrying abour her size. I just can't help it. And then my mind does mean things and goes off on crazy tangents about what could be wrong or what would happen if this rate continues. I think I watch too many Discovery Health shows!
Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting her appiontment next Wednesday. I am hoping for good news.
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