I can't believe my sweet little boy is almost 18 weeks.  It feels like every day is going so slow, but the weeks are going by so fast.  We haven't even started getting ready at all and he'll be here before we know it!  We had our 4D ultrasound on Saturday and our parents got to come and see him with us.  He still looks tiny and not at all ready to come into the world obviously, but it made me just that much more anxious to meet him and hold him and kiss all over him!  No matter how far we get, I'll always have the fear in the back of my mind that he still can get taken away from me.  I try not to think about it, but for anyone who's gone through infertility I think they can understand.  It's just so much disappointment and so even when something good finally happens, that expectation for something bad to happen is still there.  The thought that this can't possibly be happening to me.  But everyday I let myself love this little boy more and more.  It's scary and exciting all at once.  Brian got to feel him kick the other night.  He put his ear to my belly where I was feeling it and without me telling him, he could pick out the kicks from just the general moving.  It was the neatest thing I've ever felt.  And I'm so glad that he's able to be such a physical part of this so early on.  The tech said I have a posterior placenta, so that's probably why I can feel him so much already.  I love feeling him.  I'll be sad when he's not in there anymore for me to always have with me.  But I'd much rather have him out and in my arms :)  We have our 20 week ultrasound on Wednesday.  We're doing it at 18, but the doctor said that was fine.  So we'll know if he's healthy and air everything's going how it should by Friday.  I can't wait to see him again!