Where, Oh Where Has My Belly Room Gone?

This is a picture of Georgette at 32 weeks.
Notice the glow surrounding her, and also her lovely complection. See the well groomed arm hair and well lotion'd eyelids?

Oh where, oh where can it be? This seems to be the stage where Georgette is at in the pregnancy. Each time she sits down, her ribcage becomes a cage, for a cage match by the ruthless and fierce cage fighter, Andrew! Yes, he is being trained as a cage fighter. No, he doesn't have any full body shots yet, so you are just going to have to be really kind of t.o.'d.
Spring (keep the commandments) break just ended a week ago and it was pretty detrimental to my moral for school. It was just a big tease, however, I did do some catching up for History. It is almost like a lit class. I have read more in that class, or *cough* was assigned to read more than my English class. I think I did surprise my teacher when I added comments in class that I'd read . For a split second, I saw her eyes bulge as if they were going to pop out of her head in surprise.
Georgette is also working from home now for JetBlue. She really enjoys it so far and really enjoys working in almost her pajama's. I must say, I am quite envious of her sometimes. I get to run all over the place and do some somewhat hazardous to my health jobs for a little bit more than she gets paid. She gets to sit at home in a nice cushy captains chair and might break a sweat if the weather is hot enough.
We also had the baby shower for Andrew a couple weeks ago and we inherited a lovely diaper cake, a bungaboo, or bungle, or balooga, or bologna, or bugaboo, whatever it is, that foam seat that you can place a baby in after they can hold up their own neck. (I can never remember the name of that little device.) A crib was purchased for him and now we have to wait for it to come in. It's almost like Christmas! Not..... We do get to put it together though, which is always exciting.... sort of....
We are really excited to have a baby boy in our household. We aren't sure how everything will work out, but that's the gift of life. To learn and grow and become "edumatated".