We have passed a couple of pregnancy landmarks in the last week or so.
Firstly, in the middle of last week I felt the baby kick for the first time. L's been feeling it for weeks but until now it hasn't been strong enough to be felt from outside. It was a lovely moment, happening just after we'd got into bed and I think I went to sleep with a great big grin on my face.
More importantly, we have now passed the point of no return (24 weeks). We can no longer suddenly change our minds and decide we don't want this baby any more and if the unthinkable were to occur and L went into labour prematurely, we would have the comforting thought that (theoretically, at least) the baby could now survive.
At times, it's hard to believe that we're still not quite two thirds of the way through it all. We're not counting the weeks quite as religiously as we were in the first three or four months but time still seems to be passing very slowly and we can hardly remember what life was like before we changed it so dramatically. At work, a three-month long project would be over in a flash (usually without being finished, of course ;-) ) but I've got a feeling that the next sixteen weeks are going to take forever.