baby moving
I love to feel the baby moving around all day. It's the weirdest feeling - impossible to explain. Oh, I could describe it just fine. It starts out kinda feeling like gas, then the baby get stronger and it feels like someones walking around in there. It's the ricochet of emotions that follow it that cloud up the description. Rob told me the other day "You're awfully fascinated by that seeing how you've already done it once" There is just no way for a man to understand the act of growing a baby. It makes every emotion that you've ever heard of pass through your head at least once (a day). I can go from feeling an all-encompassing love that almost makes me cry - to cussing the pregnancy for making me so miserable - to laughing at the baby for being obstinate and not letting me push and shove her out of the one little painful place that she always manages to get lodged in - to ... oh you get the point I suppose ... and there is no break in between these feelings. They come at you from every direction all at once, and all I am left doing is smiling down at my belly and watching the movements.

This is the best part of the pregnancy. It's after the halfway point. The sonogram is done(so that part of the worry is over). Everyone always asks the same questions over and over again and butts in to your life like they actually know you, but it's all good. I even secretly like it. It's the part 6 weeks from now that starts to get a little rough. Everyone knows it's almost time, and you just about go mad with anticipation.

But for now, I'm coasting (with the help of my friend Zantac).