Okay just realized I only have twelve more Saturdays to sleep in and do what I want, because Jeff's and my little boy will be here in a matter of time! It amazes me how fast this pregnancy has been. It seems like the other day I took that pregnancy test and found out it was positive. The other day the little one got into a awkward position that caused me so much pain! I literally could not walk upright for a few hours or reach behind my back without wanting to cry and seemed to get worse. Well, anything I did would not move him for the longest time (stubborn thing) and so I took a hot shower to see if that'd work, it relieved a bit of the pain, but not really. So I had to carefully bend down and lay on back as if I were taking a bath with the shower running, and had my hand on my tummy to feel how hard my right side felt and how my left didn't. Believe it or not that did the trick, laying on my back with the warm water running from the shower facet just seemed to get him out of the position. I felt him move around and as soon as I stood I was able to stand up straight and not slouched as though I had spinal problems. So I was very pleased that I was no longer in pain.

Monday I have my doctor's appointment with the ob/gyn and very happy Jeff will be going with me. He's been to all the ultrasounds, but not all of the checkups because of his work schedule. We've been getting along great, better than a few weeks ago thats for sure. Because if it kept getting worse I was going to suggest therapy because let's face it whether we stay together or not we need to get along great for the sake of our son.

I had a dream this morning, I remember holding my son, at first glance he looked nothing like the either of us, but when I took a second glance and my little one gave me a smile he resembled Jeff a whole lot. I guess all I can think about is having my little guy in my arms and finally meeting him regardless of what he looks like. I remember at my 24 weeks ultrasound I got to see his perfect cute little nose and those cute little fingers he kept sticking in his mouth. Its just all too real to me, the little one inside isn't some little (cute) monster who likes to put me through pain, he's this perfect little baby with all these real human reactions. I mean I know they do all these things as early as 12 weeks, but getting to watch your own child do these things still blows your mind away. It brings you to this place where you are like "That baby on that screen is really doing those things inside of me?" Its just fascinating how they start from two zygotes (sex cells) into a living and growing human being. I mean there's no way I could doubt that there's a God, humans are too complex to be made from chance, in my mind there has to be a mastermind behind all of this.

Right now I'm just in disbelief that I'm in week 28, I pray to God nothing happens to my little one as we make it through the rest of the pregnancy. I would trade my life just so my son could live his if it came to that. I would hope it wouldn't come to that, but with all of the love I have for this little one is beyond any love you can have for your spouse. I mean I love Jeff, but I never knew I could love another human more than the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.