Today I will be 30 weeks pregnant with the (still nameless) boy. Yay. This is a big deal because it's a major milestone in survivability. Babies born after 30 weeks tend to live. I'm actually not too worried about the boy coming preterm, but infertility teaches you not to take anything for granted.

Why am I posting at 5 am? Well, I've reached the point in the pregnancy where I can't sleep. This happened last time too, I'd wake up at some hour when I should be asleep with sudden insomnia. It's not just the kicking either. I'm guessing there are some hormones at play here, hormones meant to help me through the feed-the-newborn-every-two-hours phase, they just kick in before they are truly needed. Oh well.

In other news, prenatal massage is worth every penny. I had my first one of this pregnancy on Monday and the boy quit trying to shove my tailbone out of his way, so I am one satisfied customer.