Wow. It has been so long since I've posted anything. I've composed lots of stuff in my head, though.

I saw her looking at me from across the room.

I knew what she was thinking. I worked my way around tables and people to get to the other side of the room to talk to her.

"Hi," I said. "I am not pregnant."

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. "I was going to congratulate you and ask you when you were due."

"Nope. Just fat," I clarified.

I've had so many political phone calls. I've had at least a dozen people knocking on my door to talk to me personally about this election. Yesterday I came home to a door hanger reminding me to "vote tomorrow." Today I came home to another door hanger reminding me to "vote today." In the 30 minutes I have been home I have had yet another phone call and another person at the door reminding me to vote. I haven't missed an election since I turned 18. I've already voted. Leave me alone already!

Maybe I'll hang out at the gym until 7pm.

I heard a rooster as I was getting ready for work this morning. Are people allowed to have roosters in the city? I'm not sure how I feel about waking up to that every morning, especially the mornings that I don't have to get up early for work.

Just before 8pm last night I was on my way to DC for a craigslist pick up. I got on I-395N at Glebe Road and immediately noticed a vehicle moving erratically with no headlights on so I dropped way back to keep my distance since I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I was hoping that the cop I saw would pull the driver over. 15 minutes later on my way home from DC the northbound lanes were closed and traffic was backed up. At home my husband told me about the breaking news report. Scary.

I'm back at work today. I wonder how my little one is faring at her first day of day care.

The little one has been doing great. Growing like crazy. My mom has been telling me how much she wishes we lived closer and I had promised her that I'd visit before I ran out of maternity leave, but I ran out yesterday. I'm on a one week extension now and suggested that my mom come here instead so she will be arriving at noon today. She'll be here just in time to hear the little one say "poo" and "poop." I fear all the "Do you need to go poo poo?" and "That's a lot of poop!" have stuck. I think the "pffft" farty sound Popeye makes when he tries to get her to poop has also stuck. Brilliant first words, no?