One more, for posterity's sake ...

There he is: Hunter, in what my doctor thinks will be all his 10-lb. glory. (For the record — and I'm sure this is delusional — I don't believe he'll be more than 9 lbs.) Anyway, I've not taken as many pictures of myself pregnant with Hunter as I did Wilder. I wanted to get a few on here at the end so he can see them someday (and so I can use them in my "Do you know the suffering I endured to bring you into this world?" monologues when he does something like shave the dog in the kitchen or set something on fire.)

And, per our poll results: Should pigs fly in a frigid evil underworld and we have a third child, we will — per our ironically minded blog readers — be naming him or her "Bob." One more good reason to call it a day in the procreation department.

Happy Thursday, k.