Public Property

It's amazing how when you're pregnant, you become so much more popular than you ever were before. Everywhere I go now, I seem to attract comments. From people at events I cover (whom I hadn't met before) to the lady working the counter at the mini-mart, the questions and comments are constant. I don't mind, really, but I do find it strange.
My size, for how far along I am, seems to come up more often than I'd like. Some women have said that I don't look too big, that they were much bigger than me at the same point, while others nearly shudder, I suppose in reaction to how much bigger they think I'll be at the end.
At work, the comments come nearly daily, from people in other departments whose names I often don't know. On Friday, wearing the top you see in this photo, one guy said, "How much longer do you have? You look like you're about to pop!"
Thanks. Um, answer would be THREE MONTHS.
Anyway, Stace and I had a good weekend - got some things done around the house and went to a fun, poker-themed birthday party Saturday night for a college friend. Mark's wife went all out for his 30th, even hiring two dealers and tables. We luckily sat at the beginners' table, which is exactly where we belonged.
On Sunday, Stace worked on getting the window sills cleaned up and moulding put up around the windows in what will be Baby's room. One home project on the go, several more in the pipeline.