Word of the Day: interloper All that the hurricane brought us was a little bit of wind and one big rainshower the next day. I'm very glad that it missed us, and I'm also glad that my family in Louisiana were relatively unscathed as well. This past week, the weather has been beautiful. I've barely had to use the air conditioner, it's been so cool in the mornings. I think that's over with by now, but that week was amazing. I didn't turn on the TV, I barely checked the internet. I cleaned my house and cooked and looked through my recipe books and reorganized my pantry and spice cabinet. It was great, that pre-fall week of fall. Since Patrick was born preterm, the clinic wanted me to start seeing and obstitrician earlier than normal. So last week I went to my first appointment with Dr. Suarez. He's the overseeing doctor for the clinic, and I had met him once before at one of the first appointments I had with Penelope. He seemed very warm and enthusiastic for those two minutes, and the appointment confirmed that impression. He talked with JD and Patrick for a little bit, he was very nice and bubbly. I feel much better about having him as a doctor than Dr. San Miguel, who seemed the complete opposite of him. Any road, the pregnancy is going well. Penelope is very active and is nearly always moving around when I'm laying down. I don't remember that with Patrick. At times it's very annoying because all I want to do is rest and she's flopping all over. I think we've very nearly finished our shopping for her as well. August and September has gone by so quickly, November is just around the corner. At times I'm really excited for Penelope's arrival, and at other times I think, 'What have we done? We're not ready for another baby.' I've been getting pregnancy comments from guests at work, and it's been annoying lately. 'Oh, you look like you're about to pop!' someone told me. I informed them that I still have two months to go, and they seemed slightly repentant. I understand that sometimes, my belly is the obvious thing to talk about, but people should realize that, though it might be a novelty to them, I'm tired of it already, however far along they think I am. Although I have noticed irate guests being a bit nicer to me when I'm dealing with them, so that's a nice benefit to looking huge. Today, at long last, is my spa day. I'll drop off Patrick with Laura [who moved back to Victoria during all of the Ike madness] this afternoon so that he can spend some time with his cousins, and I'm going to get massaged and rubbed and cleaned and in general pampered. JD even said he'd make dinner this evening so that it'll be ready when I get home. I've been looking forward to this for a long time, and I'm exceptionally excited about it. Hopefully, since the weather's not at cool and beautiful as it had been lately, I won't feel so much like a bum and I'll update more. I'd been planning to, but everything else just seemed much more attractive to me.