I can't talk about the other thing right now.

But I will tell you I am feeling very pregnant. I am 31 weeks, and really feeling like 12 years pregnant. To show you, here is a picture:
I am also feeling the "emotional instability" of the third trimester, and I am anemic, and I'm obsessing just a TINY bit--enough to take four days off of work and lie to my boss so I can shop for baby stuff and get a bunch of things set up. I really didn't care if I lost my job, and I didn't know how to explain this to my husband. I was also sure--really, really sure--the baby was just going to come out one of those days, even though I know he needs more time inside, and that me moving furniture and walking around the mall was a really great idea. I also took one day to spend with my son Muffin, and we went to the Austin Nature and Science Center, which is free and has animals and bones and a huge sand pit the kiddo can dig for dino bones in. The bones are life-sized and made of cement, and embedded in the cement floor under the sand, but he was so excited..."we are real paleontologists aren't we, mama"...he said as we brushed and dug with the provided tools...Then we went to the State Capitol and fed the very friendly squirrels some Cheerios from his lunch bag:
These animals are fed a lot by people, and come right up to you and eat out of your hand.
Then we went to Kerbey Lane and had pancakes for dinner, I had buttermilk and he had gingerbread, though he said they were "too spicy".