6 months and counting

I have talked to so many women who 'just loved being pregnant', they felt fantastic, their hair and nails grew long their skin looked radiant....I don't believe a word of it! Don't get me wrong, I love that we are having a baby, I just wish as times that we could just place our order and come back in 9 months to pick up our little bundle of joy. I was wondering last night as Mark and I sat in a Christology class and were going over the incarnation of Christ....did Mary worry when the baby didn't kick for a day or two? Was she scared at any sign of cramping or early bleeding? Did she have to run to the toilet every 20 minutes? Did she freak out just a little bit when all the suitable rooms were full in Bethlehem? This whole pregnancy thing seems hard to me, I can only imagine what it will be like when the baby actually makes an appearance.

I am very thankful to be at a place where the baby is technically viable. At about 20 weeks we learned that part of my placenta had detached and because of this we are at risk of pre-term labor, abnormal low growth, or fetal demise. I admittedly have struggled with trying not to worry, as my midwife suggested. I am relieved with each passing week and pray daily that our little girl will contiue to grow strong and stay in there long enough to survive on her own without months in the neonatal unit. So far things are looking good, no signs of early labor, no excessive bleeding, and I hope she is growing at a normal rate. My belly seems to be growing that is for sure. Do you think Mary ever felt like she looked fat?