12 hours to go...that's right. Only 12 more hours until we find out if it's a boy or girl! AAAAHHH! And geez, do you think the doc will have plenty of belly to rub that wand over or what? I thought you'd all enjoy taking a look at my belly last week (18 weeks in the white shirt) and then today at 19 weeks. Of course I shouldn't be wearing stripes, but what the heck. My motto of the moment is "if it fits, wear it." I think you can see that I've really popped over the last week (and, apparently, so has my bum). I guess these tired, ole' abs just gave up. They fought the good fight, they really did, but three pregnancies in four years is a lot to ask of any set of muscles. Oh well. Like Chase tells me, I've given those abs up for a worthy cause. Mom, now I get it. So thanks!