Baby is on it's way.

It's true. I am expecting. I know I told you that, but seems some people don't believe it until they see the famous "belly picture."

So there you have it. My belly (34 1/2 weeks in the making) and a cup of Panera Bread coffee. Decaf in the afternoon...of course.

I'm running out of clothes that fit, I can barely roll over in bed, I'm constantly hungry and tired, so obviously, it wont be much longer now before McCobb Baby #3 makes his/her arrival.

We're so happy to be in Florida...no snow expected here. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I'm feeling more human again. There are Latin people everywhere I turn and I couldn't be happier. It almost feels like home.

Almost.