No pictures, please!

I have officially started the 7th month! We have 12 weeks left. Holy crap! (Sorry Momma!) Our nursery isn't even a nursery yet. It's the room where my treadmill is sadly collecting dust. I know, I know, I need to be using it now more than ever. My next doctor's appointment is next Thursday, and I am afraid that Dr. Robbins (or my darling husband for that matter) is finally going to say, "Ok, tubby. Stop the madness. Quit eating." Maybe there will even be an intervention. I do really good during the day. It's dinner that eating good completely flies out the window. I'll have a cheeseburger, please. Oh yeah and fries. And some cake. (I'll be right back...) I don't know if I am going to let Justin take any more pictures of me, as I might not fit in them anymore. I am letting you all know that Operation Save Hayley goes into effect immediately after this precious child is born! (And by the way, I will post some more pictures for you so that you can see how ginormous this belly is, but my Justin Honey is using the mac.) Anyway, not that you all want to know, but I was up 3 times last night to use the bathroom. Up from my usual 2. Is this just practice for when Sixlet arrives?! Love you all dearly.