I feel like the town crier when I type that. "Half way there, and all is welllll!" I kept thinking baby was "the size of a grape" and "nearly an ounce." Baby, however, is a good ten inches long already and who knows how many ounces. Geez. What on earth? You'd think it would seem more real to me than it does. Afterall, I have done this a time or two before, but as with everything in life, it goes faster and faster each go around, and while I know logically that a baby is coming, his soon to be earthly existence (and my involvement in it) is completely unimagineable to me. But, I am at the point that little kicks and nudges are no longer questionable. This little one is trying hard to let me know that he is a real little someone who will soon have his say in matters.