What a difference a week make!

Olivier is one week old! I look at him, and wonder how he managed to fit in me. Sometimes, I catch a movement that looks quite a lot like what I felt from the outside, and I'm amazed at a body's ability to make room for a baby.

8 days ago, I was a bit angry at having to have him earlier. It seemed to me I needed more quiet days on the terrace with my bump and books. Today, I wouldn't change it for the world!