Look at that face, with the little hand rubbing the aforementioned button nose. That is a cute baby. That is my son.

So, I hit 30 weeks today and I am so impatient for this to be over. At my last doctor's visit (I go every two weeks now), I was informed that little Liam Gabriel is already in position. He's been kicking my belly button all week. My momma-waddle is all exaggerated and EVERYONE who doesn't know me keeps offering the oh-so encouraging "You look miserable!" or "You're huge!" comments. Please, keep 'em coming. There's nothing like being kicked when you're down. I guess I'm just grumpy. Jeremy is on a 2-week vacation in the Keys, drinking beer and diving for lobster. I don't know when I'll get a vacation; doesn't appear to be any time soon.

On some happier notes, I have a lot of great stuff coming up in the next few weeks. Jeremy and I are going to a Shriner's charity event on Friday, then we have the Dave Matthews Band concert on 9/12. My mothers and I are glamming it up for My Fair Lady on 9/13, which should be a splendiferous occasion. Jer and I celebrate our 13th year of couplehood and 8th year of marriage on the 17th. September is just a busy month this year! I just hope my Gaby-baby stays put. I 'm considered full-term on October 14th. I just want him to be healthy.

Anywho, I promise to keep updating as events occur. And by "promise" I mean I'll try but no guarantees and by "as events occur" I mean when I actually sit myself down and log in.

Happy Labor Day, ya'll!