The home stretch

It's the home stretch. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. It's the final countdown. What am I talking about? Well, depending on what website/book you read, I'm officially in my third trimester. And since I'm only 27 weeks, that means that light is very weak but it's there.

The prospect of being 2/3 of the way through this journey is pretty daunting and a little stressful. OK, a lot stressful but it sure is exciting. I'm not really sure where the 27 weeks have gone, it seems like only yesterday that I found out I was pregnant and LBH was the size of a raisin. Now she's a full-fledged person measuring in at 15 inches from head to toe. FIFTEEN INCHES!!! I certainly hope she doesn't decide to stretch out, arms reaching over her head!!

Other than this irritating pain in my ass, I've enjoyed being pregnant. I love feeling her moving around in my stomach and I can sit and stare at my stomach for hours. It's really quite amazing. However, as much as I've enjoyed that, I really can't wait to meet her!!