The 11th week

Today Payton is 11 weeks old.  That means that next Monday is my first day back at work.  I'm pretty much not looking forward to not being able to spend all day everyday with my little girl.  I've been watching her, and watching all of the new things that she discovers; discovering her tongue and sticking it out, realizing she can bat at objects, her cute squeals when laying on her playmat, holding and talking to her after she eats looking like she's desperately trying to have an adult conversation with me.  I'm finally to the point to where I can leave her alone with mine and Heath's parents and my sister and be okay with it.  Now I have to get used to leaving her with people who've never met her, hoping she gets the attention she needs in the 10 hours a day she'll be at daycare.  I am put a little at ease since we know the people who work at the daycare center, atleast they're not strangers to Heath and I.  I know as the week progresses, it'll be more difficult for me to come to the realization that I am going back to work, but it has to happen.  There's no way that I could stay home with only one income for our family, but if I could I would.  Who can leave this face: