She's a little hyper and we're already doing the "Mommy can't sleep while you race around in there, Chum" thing. It's going to be a long couple of months.
Also, it is true that my belly set off the self-checkout machine at Harris Teeter yesterday. I was ticked when it yelled at me to "remove all items from the scanner," but I assume it was ticked that I was accidentally using the scanner as a shelf for my rapidly growing stomach.
So, enjoy the Super Bowl, everyone. I know I will enjoy the snacks, company, and commercials. Also the cheese-heads (which I'll enjoy vicariously through others as I jealously wish I had one myself).
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