My belly had grown.  It was cute.  I've always been a little too chubby, and my growing belly made me a heck of a lot cuter.  I was so proud of it.  Wearing shirts that showed it off.  I'd waited so long, and had had such an easy pregnancy, it was so much fun.

And seeing our little one bop around during the ultrasounds.  Trying to make out all the different parts, see who he or she would look like.  All of the ultrasounds were great.  The baby looked great, my cervix looked great.  I started to feel secure, and excited.

I eagerly awaited the moment I'd feel movement.  I waited for it and longed for it and everyone assured me over and over that it would be any day, but I never felt anything.  Except that overwhelming wash of worry.