Get it in gear, kid.

We're still holding our breath for this baby to hatch. She was pushing 7 pounds a few weeks ago and I estimate, by virtue of my profound medical expertise, that she has roughly tripled in size since then. If I had to rate Julie's misery on a scale of 0 to 100, I'd peg it at roughly 368 right now. Fortunately, I married a true American badass, and she's handling all of this about as well as anyone could ask. She's definitely got that whole "pregnant glow" thing going on, although it could just be that she's winded from getting up to pee between 30 and 50 times an hour.

We think we've got the names whittled down to a winner, but we'll not know for sure until we've laid eyes on her for the first time. At this point, though, don't be surprised when you're first introduced to "About-flippin'-time McGill".