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It has been a while and there is a lot to cover so bear with me.

A) #1 Stunna has been break dancing like crazy. Jon even felt him on Saturday and that was very exciting. He now likes to go to sleep with his hand on my belly. While that sounds sweet it really leaves a sweaty hand print on my belly. But that was big news. Usually he moves around at night. But yesterday during PNYC, every time I got into child pose he would give me a good kick, so precious.

B) We saw the movie Rize over the weekend. It was real cool, if you have a tiny art house theater near you I saw go and see it. It is all about Krumping. If you love the dancing this is a weird/cool documentary. I am not saying it is without its flaws, but well worth seeing.

C) The San Francisco Marathon was here on Sunday. I cried through it. It makes me very emotional, testament to the human spirit and whathaveyou...

D) Although this probably should have been B) I am now the 3rd most pregnant in my PNYC. No it is not a competition, but it is. Except I am NICE to the ladies who are in their 18th or 20th week, smiling and the like. I mean there were only 5 of us in the class.

E) I thought the new Horny Potter book was very lame. Did this stop me from "reading" it compulsively (by reading, of course, I mean downloading it off the internet and listening while I knit.)Am I eager for the last book? You betcha.

F) Really was July like 4 seconds long for anyone else? Practically non-existent?

G) For those of you who I have told this story to already, I beg your pardon. But it is really my best story and I need to have it memorialized on the blog.
I have started swimming. I am a water baby at heart and since, in theory, it is summer (can I say how much I love SF again!) I am swimming at a public pool. I was in the changing room after a particularly vigorous swim. They keep the locker room a balmy 90 degrees, you know to promote spore growth. So I was standing there naked trying to dry off enough to get my clothes on. This herd of 10 or 11 year old girls come rushing in chattering and giggling and come into my aisle of the locker room. Where they stop dead in their tracks, all bumping into the backs of the girls in front. They turn and RUN away, but not before one of them said, EWWWWWWWW. Apparently I am not the pregnant goddess I suspected...