Last Friday, we were all out at Calico Jack's, where Ratskyn was playing. I ran into a couple who I taught an Open Water course for years ago, and she was VERY pregnant. I said “Hey guys.. wow. Congratulations...” and then another little tyke ran up and he picked her up, too.

“Congratulations twice, my god has it been that long since I've seen you?!” and she said she was due in June. She's either got twins in there, or a small Toyota. Huge! Anyway, after that, I noticed that there were 3 or 4 very pregnant women there that night.

Sunday I was having brunch at Coconut Joe's, and we were sitting next to my sis Claire & Whammer, and she told me that she was pregnant, too..

Monday Seb and I went to Foster's to get some groceries and we saw another 3 or 4 pregnant women, and so it goes, every day I see pregnant women everywhere.. at Cafe Del Sol, at the grocery store, at the gas station...

WHAT THE HELL? What's with *ALL* the pregnancies? What the hell happened about seven months ago??

Oh, right.. The Hurricane Ivan Baby Boom... “Honey, the power's still out.. what are we going to do tonight?” or “Thank god we made it through alive... what do you want to do tonight?” I wrote in my Hurricane Posts last year about the new routine... up at 5, work all day, home at dusk, by the time you whip up something to eat, and then clean up, it's dark out, and you're dead tired. Nothing to do but hit the hay (around 8 or so) and read by candle/lantern/oil lamp, or... make babies!

Random thought of the night: I picked up a rotisserie chicken at Foster's deli tonight, and when I got home, Tweeter was out of her cage, and she flew over and sat on my shoulder (time for someone else to get a haircut... or a wing trim). She sat there while I opened up this rchicken, separated the legs and wings and then carved the breast. Do you think she recognizes that I'm eating another bird? Do you think she's sitting there saying “holy crap... I better not poop on him tonight and piss him off, that could be me next time!”?