It's worse to know

"Oh snap we got a chunky one!"

So...has it really been almost a year?  Let's see.  I'm still living the glamorous life of a tax accountant.  We have now killed TWO plants, and are on to Javier #3.  We moved to a condo on the top floor, so I am now longer battling spiders on a daily basis (by which I clearly mean making my husband battle spiders for me).   I am heavy with child.  You know - the usual.

Oh, yes.  About that.  Baby Clouse is due on December 2.

I am now 28 weeks along, and I had my latest checkup yesterday.  My doctor told me that I am measuring two weeks ahead.

My thought?  "Victory!  I am having this baby early!"

My doctor burst my bubble though.  "Heather, not all babies are only seven pounds when they are born..."

So I will either be having this baby around Thanksgiving (please please please!) or I will be birthing a small giant.  I'm trying not to think about it - but I can't keep myself from referring to my baby girl as The Tank.