50-yard line

We are half-way there. Only 20 more weeks (give or take a few) till we are, "Harrer, party of three".

I would post a picture, but Nick, once again, has jetted off to Chicago for a long weekend (this time he's going to Illinois' homecoming, Go Illini!!). So we'll all just have to wait till he returns and has time to take a picture of me. Hopefully he'll have some good stories and eat plenty of pokey sticks and Papa Dels and Murphys and Aunt Sonias...I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. I can only wish that we could get decent deep dish pizza out here on the east coast.

I'm feeling her move and kick a lot more now. It is really a strange feeling. Pretty awesome though. Apparently she is now the length of a banana (according to the internet). I'm definitely getting bigger, it feels like everyday I'm getting a larger belly.

We've begun quest for the perfect name. The most difficult part is when I think I have a great name, and I tell Nick and he shoots it down immediatly off a gut reaction. I can't blame him entirely though, I do the same thing. At least we have developed a set of criteria that we want the name to adhere too. But we have decided that we won't pick a final name until we meet her. So we only have to agree upon a short list right now.

And only two weeks until the PE. I'm starting to freak out a little bit. And it doesn't help that I now have a headcold. The last thing I want is to be sniffling or coughing during the test!