Finally. I'm tired, cranky and sore - but I'm not vomiting, finally over the fear of spontaneously bleeding at every turn (like with Doughkid Anna), and just feeling positive and healthy.
All of this could indeed come crashing down on Tuesday when I get my Glucose Tolerance Test results back.
I do realize though I'm going to miss all of these kicks, shoves and movements of little Miss No Name. WOW. I might not ever have an alien moving about inside of me again.
I know I have a long 5-10 weeks ahead of me (I'm holding out for at least 7 more!!) but I'm going to do my best to enjoy these last weeks of babydom.