I’m looking at the ferry docked in Seattle on the ferry web cam. There it floats, late as usual, deck crowded with people. Usually, I would be standing there too, looking up at the buildings or down at the waiting row of bicycles on the car deck. Getting ready for my hike up to Third, wondering what to do when I miss my bus.

But instead I am home. The dog is sleeping at my feet, I’m in my robe, which now can’t really be closed properly, only belted. I am just that huge. This morning I sat up in bed, chewing on a bran muffin, feeling the baby churn from one side to the other, then drift into a little spell of hiccups.

Outside it’s gray and wet. I think summer is really over. I’m kind of bummed that I can’t wear any of my nice fall clothes. I have one maternity long-sleeved T and one maternity sweater. And a bunch of cardigans and jackets that I can’t close. Hmm. Time to get creative, or start wearing Brian’s clothes… though even that won’t work; he is pretty fit.

Oh! But scarves and hats and gloves don’t care how big my belly is. I do love those.