33 and 1/2 weeks! But who is counting?

I am getting to the end of my pregnancy, if she is anything like her brother she will be here in 3 weeks. I have enjoyed every bit of it so far, however it is getting to me. I am getting tired of carrying this watermelon around, and it's kind of sad when you grow out of maternity clothe. I have felt better all around this time. I think the fact that I have not been swollen or gained as much with her has made a difference. I also feel like a cute pregnant women. Something I never felt with Spencer. She moves so much, probably more than she should. We are growing out of room. I am excited to meet her, and yet I am scared of having 2 kids. Not so much for the work, but I am afraid of missing important stages of their lives. Spencer is getting so big and I feel as though time has gone by to fast. I don't want him to grow and not see it happen. But at the same time I don't want to miss anything that Stephanie does. Is it possible to love 2? The same way? Sometimes I wonder... And yet I know I already love her. I am so blessed and grateful for my little family. God really does live, the signs are all around us. And through this pregnancy I have learned of his love for me. There were many tears and I am sure many more will come, many difficult times in which we did not know if she would make this far. Many things of which we did not share with anyone but our family. But all I can say is that it's a miracle that we are here. God has a special love for our family and for her. He has taken care of us.

Anyways, I am done with my emotional post. And this is me at 33 and 1/2 weeks pregnant.