So many things to say... yet so hard to figure out where to begin... or what to write.

As of tomorrow, I will be 30 weeks pregnant. I'm finally kissing the weeks of the 20's goodbye. It's exciting to me. Just another step toward what I've been waiting for all this time... meeting baby.

And the latest? (though, admittedly, I am actually pretty much terrified to put this in writing or even tell anyone for fear that it will change... AGAIN) it seems as though Mike has a replacement. There's a name. Written in as his replacement, and supposedly he's going to be heading back to the states sometime in November.

I'm too scared to get my hopes up... but it's so exciting. He might actually be here... for good. I might not actually be doing the single parenting thing. It all sounds almost too good to be true.

Right now, though, I'm just taking things a day at a time. Pregnancy at this point is pretty uncomfortable, and I can only expect it to get more so. I have trouble keeping up with my 57-year-old mom and 63 year-old-dad on our evening walks with the dogs. It's quite interesting, and I sometimes have trouble believing that I will ever be back to my old self.

My stomach squirms around on a regular basis these days. It's actually the baby doing the squirming, but I'm not sure I've fully processed the whole baby thing yet, so for now I'm captivated to watch the movement of my belly. Even when I can't feel the movements sometimes, I can see them. Pretty neat. I do hope that Michael arrives back at least a few days before the baby is born so that he can experience this with me.

Overall, I'm really looking forward to fall and all that it will bring to my life.