I feel good. The baby is big and growing. Lately I feel myself catching my breath in conversation, as if he is resting on my lungs. It's not a scary feeling, but a reminder that he is close and I am breathing for two (and that I can afford to pause and take a breath once in awhile:)
He is due August 1, but I know he'll come sooner. Can't explain how I know this.
Time is flying by. The baby flutters and kicks for pita chips with hummus, english muffins with cream cheese and grape juice.
Today's doctor's visit was uneventful.
All the tests say we are just typical. Music to my ears. I know, there's nothing typical about my big boy.
