A/N - I am so excited that I have a following for this fic too! You guys seriously brighten my days with your kind reviews! I'm still in the intro stages of this story so it can really go anywhere, so I'm mulling it over...keep reading, thanks! Love you all! =)

It's eight at night.

PJ is awake.

Her eyes are blue, just like mine.

She's lying in her swing.

She was tipping over, so I had to stuff blankets around her.

I hope she's not too warm...

The doctor said to keep her as warm as I feel.

I'm wearing a tanktop and shorts.

She's wearing this adorable little yellow...

Um...

I think Summer said it's called a romper.

It's got a little baby boy surfing on it

And it says,

"I Love Surfer Boys"

It came with this floppy matching hat

But it's too big

It falls over her eyes

And I hate that

Because her eyes are so cute

I'm folding her little baby outfits

There's

So

Much

Pink

Maybe tomorrow I'll put her in her little pink tennis skirt set

And I'll wear my pink alligator Ralph Lauren polo

And we can match

"Would you like that, PJ?" I whisper,

Tugging at her little bare foot.

Her lips twist a little, not quite a smile

I'm still waiting for that

Erik and Brad are out in the pool

They've got this little, "My First Baby Float"

That they can't wait to use with PJ.

But I'm not letting her go swimming yet.

She's barely a week old.

I'm reading What To Expect In The First Year

And I haven't gotten to the swimming chapter yet

Mom saw me reading it,

And she said,

"Luke, sweetie, you want to know what to expect in the first year?

I'll tell you.

Expect to function on three hours of sleep.

Expect to be thrown up on daily.

Expect to change a thousand diapers.

Expect to reach the end of your rope and burst into tears right with her.

Expect to pinch your fingers thirty-eight times trying to fold a stroller/Pack 'N'Play/crib railing/shoe buckle.

Expect to give up all "You" time.

Expect to fall in love completely with your little girl."

Well, that certainly didn't take a year.