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...at least, I think so. In the interest of full disclosure I did have a giant plate of huevos rancheros before taking this picture. But even as I put on my 40s dress for a wedding gig last night I noticed a real protuberance in my abdominal region - most people would just smugly assume I'm "finally putting some weight back on" after weaning; but no; I've only gained about 1-2 pounds since getting pregnant. No, the little "lime" in my belly is making itself known. And it's very welcome to. 

I told my babysitter last night. She said even though the due date is just a month before her wedding, if I do end up with a scheduled birth of some kind, she'd be more than happy to drive up and care for B. That's great to know - although that does mean I'd be going in for a c section or induction, which of course is not at all what I hope will happen. But it would make arranging child care easier! She's in San Diego so going into labor naturally and expecting her to drop everything and make the almost three hour drive up here in time might be a bit much. Anyway I'm sure I'll figure something out by the time I need to. 

Last night I endured one of my least pleasant experiences - our band playing for a wedding in which only the bride, and nobody else, including the groom, were actual swing dancers. So basically we played to an empty floor and a bored, disappointed audience all night, who immediately packed the floor as soon as the contemporary dj'd music came on, then vanished when we started playing. This happens all the time when we're hired for weddings. People just never grasp that all their guests want is loud techno dance music so they can get drunk and kick off their shoes and act like idiots on the dance floor; they don't want a staid, old-fashioned swing band playing obscure 1930s dance tunes nobody's ever heard of. So it was torture. But the money was good. And I got to squirrel away a little raspberry mousse canapé while nobody was looking, so that's something.