30 weeks.
I welcome the final push, and my feet are almost invisible.
Blessed spring, we can't wait for you this year.
For all the obvious reasons.
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![j. Esq. & k](<table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7fIfuY2F2Xy1TWTMikQzLg?authkey=Gv1sRgCJabqf6Ln5T1_gE&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nm-SkNYBRuA/Silai-G7NxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/au6_YlfBJz0/s144/DSC01893.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jvaisey/April2009Easter?authkey=Gv1sRgCJabqf6Ln5T1_gE&feat=embedwebsite">April 2009(+Easter)</a></td></tr></table>)
the fruits of my literal labors
watch the baby grow (click on him)
Morms
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