thoughts at 30 weeks

30 weeks has come rather quickly.  I remember right after I had Wesley, I missed being pregnant, and I wished I had appreciated every moment a little more.  I would see ladies with big pregnant bellies, and envy them.  I felt bad that I did not make it far enough to feel what "full term" felt like.  I remember thinking to myself that if I was lucky enough to  bring another baby to this earth, I would cherish every kick and hic-up, and every other part of being pregnant like doctor visits, and maternity clothing.  Once again, I've never been big into babies before I had my own.  I never 'dreamed' about having tons of kids like most of my best friends in high school did.  I was... well... nerdy and just wanted to focus on school.   Well, once Wesley was born a lot changed.  Growing your very own little person from scratch is pretty stinking amazing.  The science behind it all is pretty fascinating too.  So, I really am amazed by the whole process, even the second time around.  I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and think "wow...look at that belly...there really is a baby in there!"  I feel pretty good...probably the best I have for this whole pregnancy.  I'm still tired, and have other symptoms that I dont need to bother anyone with, but I feel good.  Even though everyone tells me how small I still look, I think I look big.  However, even though I think I am big,  I can still do most everything I did before.  Picking up Wesley is getting a little harder, but we manage. I love the bump, and I hope to keep it for the next 10 weeks.  I used to wonder what was so magical about birth...something that billions upon billions of people have experienced before.  Well...no single birth has ever occurred before, ever.  There are so many things that have to go perfectly to make a healthy baby.  It is amazing that so many healthy babies are born.  Every baby born is a miracle, and I can't wait to meet my miracle!