Would somebody please tell this baby to come out now? I am so uncomfortable. Thank the gods my mother is still here and we kind of worked things out, because I literally do not think I could handle it alone right now. Oh, I know I would if I had to, but I can't imagine how at the moment.

Last night, Liam kept coming to sit in my lap, and we told him to tell the baby to come out. So he pulls up my shirt and yells "Come out baby! Come out and eat the fa-fa!" Then he sticks his eye up against my belly-button and says he can see the baby. SO CUTE!

Any time now. Really. I'm ready. Everybody else is ready. I'm finally getting my fair share of the "Haven't you had that baby yet?" comments that I've never gotten before, I guess. I don't even feel comfortable going out anymore, even though I'd like to go to a bar and sing karaoke or something to kill some time. I'm finally obviously pregnant, enough so that just walking out of a bathroom stall the other day made two other women in the bathroom go, "Awwwwwwww! Congratulations!" Ick. Spew. I'd be worried about some asshole called CPS if I dared to have a drink and smoke in public.