I've heard people talk about how when they woke up on their 30th birthday, they really felt different/older/etc. Well that's what happened to me and 30 weeks of pregnancy. I feel really pregnant. Which is kinda silly to say because there's really only one degree of pregnancy but it's how I feel. Baby's getting big and really wiggly, my legs get cramps when I sleep, my back hurts when I stand for too long, my belly button's about one otter pop away from being an outie, and my city pace of walking I've worked so hard to develop is pretty much gone. This sounds like a list of complaints but for some reason it's not. I guess maybe in 10 more weeks I'll be sick of this stuff but it's weirdly reassuring and kinda nice right now. I'm just so proud of my body for knowing exactly what to do. I think I'd be in trouble if it took multiple conscious decisions on my part to keep this baby growing healthily for 9 months. Of course I still talk to her and pat her bum when she sticks it out at me and try to keep my strawberry:brownie ratio kinda even (oh and I did yoga that one time). But it's nice that, for the most part, she's just taken care of in there. Way to go, body. I'm very lucky to have you.