UPDATE: I took Jack to the doctor for his six month appointment. He now weighs 18 pounds 13 ounces and is 26.5 inches long. What a big boy!

Jack is six months old today. When I think of 6 months in terms of months, my mind can wrap around it. But, when I think of those 6 months in terms of years and I realize that Jack is now half a year old, I am astounded by how quickly time has passed.
Was it really already half a year ago that I was getting ready for my 37 week doctor's appointment knowing that it was probably the day Jack would be born? The previous week Dr. Redden told me to bring my bag and to be ready for the big event because she was on call that day and she was growing concerned about my blood pressure and I was already dilated to 4 cm, so she thought she would probably induce labor.
Was it really half a year ago that I was induced at 11:00 but told John to go ahead and go to his important meeting at work before he came to the hospital? Little did he know that I was too scared to get the epidural by myself, so even though I was quite uncomfortable I waited until he arrived. Then I kicked myself over the fact that the epidural barely hurt at all, and I could have skipped feeling those painful contractions if I hadn't been such a weenie!
Was it really half a year ago that I held Jack for the first time, absolutely amazed that he was here and that he was ours and that he had the weirdest shaped head of all time?
And yet so much has changed in that half a year. John and I have changed. Our lives have changed in so many wonderful, meaningful ways. Was it really half a year ago?