Not much to add . . .

. . . but that's a good thing, isn't it? This is Cara, and Brian and I are hanging out on a Lazy Sunday afternoon. I have quite a chunk of reading/work to do this weekend for my two classes at EMU, and Brian is busy figuring out how to substitute molasses for sugar in a pumpkin bread recipe. You can always count on major excitement at the Genisio house! :)

Baby G is doing fine. I'm starting to feel a pretty consistent foot/knee/head? in the ribs on a daily basis, so it seems that the baby has decided to hang out in a vertical position more often than a horizontal one. At next week's O.B. visit, 34 weeks, they'll start monitoring whether or not the baby is head up (Breech) or head down (yay!). They told me a couple of weeks ago that they only start to get "concerned" if the baby is still Breech at 36 weeks.

Brian and I were back in the Metro Detroit area yesterday; we made a trip to Somerset Mall and had dinner with Lesley, Rob, and Aiden. Something interesting that I recognized at the mall: I think the legend of the generosity of strangers towards pregnant women is turning into a thing of the past. I don't necessarily think that that's a bad thing, mind you--it might be fading away along with the idea that that pregnancy = illness, and I say "good riddance!" to that nonsense (for your average pregnancy, of course. There are exceptions!). But, I'm just saying this because I'm certainly VERY clearly pregnant at this point, and I've not yet had a stranger offer me a chair or cuts in line in the restroom or anything of the sort. Also, I've never had a stranger reach out to touch my belly! All of this makes me wonder: is American culture easing into a more mellow understanding of pregnancy as a normal process (for the most part, and for most women)? Or might it be the parts of the culture that I come into contact with here in Southeast Michigan? Hmmm . . .