  I'm feeling very pregnant today. I have a big round belly and it feels good to hold it. My back and legs defy my commands when I try to stand up. I have to sort of roll sideways into a standing position, and the image of the Michelin man comes to me in flashes. Little known fact: Pregnancy somehow affects your shoes. My work shoes make my feet look like potatoes and my sandals cut off the circulation to my brain. The May-May and I walked the spongy-turf track at GE this afternoon, then went out for ice cream. My left foot is bitching loudly about it, but I pay no mind. It was raining on and off, and steam was rising up from the pavement. Late spring in the South is something to behold. For some reason, when the guy asked me "wet nuts or dry nuts" for my hot fudge sundae, we started snickering and eventually both became hysterical. Loving this innocuous diatribe about potato feet and wet or dry nuts. But, then again, not so much. S. 
