The other night, Tom had a thought he shared with me.  He said that pregnant women are like men in their third trimester.  He went on to explain...."I mean think about it...you pass gas (or as Tom said fart), you sweat, you burp, you eat a lot, you scratch, and you sit with your legs apart.  Except for the no beer or cigars."  Interesting.  True.  Sad.  I'd like to see him try sitting with his legs crossed or simply with them together while he's pregnant.  But we'll have little angel baby Hannah at the end of all of it and that's so worth it!  Or as Papi (Corbett) calls Hannah by the name of Hurricane...a cute little nickname.