Things are coming right along. Michael likes to check to see if he can still reach his arms around me. You can tell by his face that it takes a lot of effort. Everything is going well. The baby and me are both measuring a week big. Which hopefully means I will be early. Or it just means my baby will be big, I had it coming to me when I had a small chuckle when I heard JoAnna's baby was 9 and a half pounds. I know I deserve it. I hope my baby is just as cute.