I swear I need to find new friends.  It’s hard to feel good about yourself around a plethora of beautiful people, don’t you agree?  And beautiful at 36.5 weeks??  It’ll make a couch potato wannabe like myself sign up for the next hour’s spin class STAT.  Oh wait.  I’m too hungry to work out…

Without further adiou, my stunningly beautiful bestie, Allison and her sure-to-be handsome and dimply son, Miles.  Sessions like these give me baby fever in a “I almost forget how astronomically difficult changing the diaper on my stubborn one-year-old is” kind of way.

Now come on, Miles.  I’d love to kiss the holes in your cheeks before I leave for Italy, please and thank you.