40 days...

Technically speaking I have 40 days of pregnancy left. It could be more, could be less. That thought brings sadness and much joy. I love feeling him move around and seeing him grow. That part of pregnancy I think I can enjoy forever. Even as I type I feel him moving all around saying hi, and letting me know that he is running out of room.

However as the days go by I am feeling more and more tired. Naps are worth their value in pure gold! My back no longer belongs to me, I often find it impossible to move and I can't wait to see my physical therapist on Tuesday. My feet have turned into puffy square things that I no longer recognize, heck! I've turned into a puffy square thing that I no longer recognize. :0) My sweet husband, would not like to see me write such things. He still tells me I'm beautiful, which I love but have a hard time believing.

Most pregnant women feel the same way, but are not willing to vocalize their thoughts on such issues. I guess, I'm different.

I do have some good news though. Michael has 3 names narrowed down for this little guy, which is great improvement. Forever, there wasn't even any names on his mind. I think we're not going to divulge the name to anyone until he is born. Make it a little more exciting for our friends and especially our family. Also, this way no one can talk us out of the name or into another name. Including you Amber!! Did I make you nervous?