Everyone is asking...

Everyone is asking. I'm asking. Even the self-proclaimed mayor of our block, always on his stoop wearing a big straw hat and smiling, is asking. Not yet? No not yet. Uta is accosted by every other person that crosses his path at school. Baby? Nope. I get hollered at by strangers on the street. Well intentioned friends proclaim, "Holy bowling ball!" Bowling bowl doesn't even begin to describe my new depth. But this baby is still well within her given grace period. Two weeks before to two weeks after the due date defines a baby at term. It is me who has lost all grace in dealing with the wait. The midwife visited us yesterday and said that there were things she could do... but she could find no good reason to do any of them. The baby is doing great. Her heart is strong, her size is good, and she's bumping around in there like a joyous puppy. Any interference at this point would be for my supposed convenience and not in the baby's best interest. Oh well.