I hope I'm not jinxing myself, but I believe we have survived our first growth spurt. Somewhere around Thursday afternoon, she started eating. and eating. and eating. and eating. There has been great devouring of the boob in this household. This all came to a head yesterday when she started eating at 7 am yesterday (following a 4 hour night-time snooze) and basically did nothing else until she passed out at 2 o'clock this morning. In that huge timeframe, she only took one nap last night for a couple of hours. My knockers will never be the same.

On the bright side, we used up the last 2 of our preemie diapers this morning and I *swear* they were significantly smaller on her than a couple of days ago. We've graduated to newborn size!!

Today Megan's family came for a visit. It was her mom, brother, sister-in-law and nephew. Quinn slept the entire time they were here. I had to wake her to feed her. This is a whole new experience. Keep your fingers crossed for us that this is the beginning of a new era -- you know, one where someone other than me can hold her and also one where we can possibly leave the house without her screaming for food in 10 minutes.