30 Weeks...getting closer...

At seven months I'm feeling pretty fine; fat, yes, but fine never the less. Nine hours at work gets hard on my legs, and awaking in the middle of the night with steal-your-breath-charlie-horses is no fun, but I do love feeling the baby move. Every once in a while I'm startled by a strong foot thrust sliding across my belly, but even that I love. The more I feel her the closer I feel to her and the more I want her - to hold her and look at her and love her. As much as I have adored the little person inside of me, I don't think it was until last week when I was strapped to that horrid hospital bed for 6 hours listening to her little heart beating that I really started to just love her. Just listening to her, feeling her slide around (she was very active!), and watching her kick at and move the monitors strapped to my belly made her so much more real. Moving around is getting more tiring, resting more desirable, and the heparin shots more difficult since my skin is tighter, but none of that seems such a big deal. It will be over soon and the reward sooo worth it. At times I find myself very impatient to be back in that bum-numbing hospital bed, but at those times it isn't only her heart beat I want to hear, its her voice.