Jack was 20 weeks old yesterday...

Yes, I still count in weeks. I count in months too, but I like the weekly count and weekly pictures. I totally can't believe he's 20 weeks old. It seems like just yesterday I went into labour, excited, with very little pain (only at first!). It seems like just yesterday I was brought to my room and looked over at him and thought - who's going to tell me when to feed him and change his diaper? Is someone going to come check on him? (My postpartum nurse wasn't so great, BTW). It seems like just yesterday I thought to myself, there is NO WAY IN HE-double hockey sticks that I will do this again. It was THAT painful. They broke my water, I shouldn't have let them. I was doing awesome med free until just after that. Totally awesome. Then I wanted to die. The cord was around his neck, I had to have an episiotomy. They talked about forceps, at which point DH started screaming in my ear to push, as I had coached him to before I went into labour should that occur. And now, I want to to it again, and would soon, if we felt it was a good time. Am I crazy? Yup, just a little. But I love love love my little guy and I just can't help it. I hated being pregnant, I had morning sickness the whole time, but I would do it again without a second thought if it meant having Jack.
Yes, I started this yesterday and didn't finish it!
We have such a strong little boy. He loves to stand. He has been trying to army crawl for a week or two now. When he plays on his playmat, he is all over the place. He doesn't like to be held much and if he is, he wants to stand. We're working on getting him to sit unassisted, but this little boy just doesn't want to sit! He loves drinking from our water glasses. He stares at them and if we bring the glass close to him he'll grab it with two hands and bring it to his mouth. It's like he doesn't realize he's a baby. He thinks he's a big boy.
I better end this post because I'm just going to get upset.... I miss my tiny 6lb guy that would cuddle and sleep on my chest. Now he stretches the whole length of my upper body...