It doesn't even look real. It looks like I stuffed a basketball up my shirt. How my belly can go from little to whoa momma amazes me every time. Pregnancy is a miracle. The perfect combination between you, your husband and God. At the end of 37 weeks I am ready to meet my little baby. Ready to be able to move again, get of the couch, put on my socks myself, and hold my other children on my lap once again. Able to birth any day and feeling like it any minute. When will you come? I never know? But baby if you are ready to make that journey sooner than later I will shower you with lots of love hugs and kisses and appreciation for not making me wait two more weeks.