Howdy, all. Geoff here, sitting in for a day as a guest writer. I’m not getting paid for this so I don’t think I’m violating the strike.

 After a home-cooked dinner of Emily’s famous tamale pie last night, we hit Chick Fil A today since it’s something we don’t have in LA. As Em and I walked in, a very assertive woman stopped us. “Oo-ee,” she said, “when are you due, when are you due?” “Six weeks or so,” Emily replied. The woman’s face scrunched up like a Hajjar-ian (that’s for you, AKH) prune. “Don’t think you’re gonna make it that long, honey. You’re about ready to blow!”

 Is the woman right? See the latest pic, taken this afternoon at 34 weeks, and judge for yourself.