24 Weeks

I'm in love with being pregnant. I love knowing that there is a little human that is part of me and Marty growing in my body. I love knowing that I've hit the time of viability (although, I tell the baby every night to keep hanging in there - every day that goes by is one more day for him to get strong so he can survive out here). I love when Marty talks to my belly and the baby pushes to get closer to him. I especially love when Marty gets kicked in the chin by a flying fist/foot/knee/head - I think we can safely call the tyke Baby Blade. It seems wierd that in 3 months my uterus is going to be empty again. Marty keeps telling me that it won't be sad - that I'll have our little boy to hold. It is hard to explain the feeling that comes with having a baby inside of me - I never knew this, but I honestly do not think that you can be closer to a person then a mother is with her infant when carrying him/her.

Still no name for Baby Blade though.....