It must be time - H

So, I must be pretty big, b/c everywhere I go, strangers are making comments about how "it must be time." They are the ones that initiate while I'm moving about taking care of stuff. It happened all day yesterday while I was running errands, and this morning, at the farmer's market. We got up from breakfast and were walking toward the street vendors, when this little, old, lady with silvery-white hair, and a hunched back says to me, "Boy, you're ready!" I think there's just something people really like about pregnant women. It stirs up good feelings in them or something, and it's like they want to be part of your experience in some way. Then things change quickly when you have the children b/c their loud crying becomes a bother, so I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts.

E's coworkers got to see my belly rumble. We went out to dinner together b/c one of E's former coworkers was in town for interviews. Most of them are guys and single, so they were somewhat fascinated. Baby put on a good show for them, which is rare. They are the lucky few.

It's been a good first week off from teaching. A little bit of cooking, a little bit of organizing, some shopping, a lot of good bargains, time with others, and getting stuff done...and of course some relaxation, and a good watermelon. I got a good watermelon from TJ's the other day. Perfectly sweet and good texture. The last one or two I bought were wanting.