10 Weeks To Go! (If I'm Lucky)

30 weeks as of yesterday. Holy smokes! I know I sound like a broken record, but didn't that go by fast?! Doesn't it seem like just yesterday I was anxiously awaiting that 18th week ultrasound?
The reality that has been hitting me like a ton of bricks, is that there's a potential that he could come in as early as 7 weeks. 7. Weeks. All along I've had this feeling that he is going to be late, and I'm sticking with that - but just the thought that I could be wrong makes my stomach do big flops.
Lil'Dude is just getting bigger this week... he supposedly will respond to light (like a flashlight) put on my belly, and his motor skills are becoming a tad bit more defined. The Belly Arobics he's been doing in there is proof that he's becoming stronger. I still can't tell what's what(feet, head, arm, elbow, etc.)when he moves around, but it doesn't really matter... I'm so consumed with how strange it feels.

And how am I? Well..... this sums things up pretty nicely:


Hee Hee.... partner all that with feeling as big as a house, and you've got a pretty clear picture! Good Times!