best and worst

In relation to the pregnancy (37w and boy are we feeling it now!) here's how strangers are polling:

Worst: Being the last person into the elevator on the way to the prenatal visit and hearing the man to my side saying, "Boy, I hope we don't get stuck in the elevator." Yes, live in fear, little man, because I am going to have this baby RIGHT NOW before we get upstairs. What bad sitcoms is he watching, that he is concerned he might have to become the Heroic Everyman delivering a stranger's baby in an elevator? Perhaps he looked around for clean newspaper. It was only eight floors up, but I hope he sweated nevertheless.

Best: Walking home from the library with my hands very full, I pass the park and lots of well-off and not-so-well-off folks sunning themselves in the cruel blazing heat lovely summer afternoon. I smile at a guy with a grocery cart full of worldly possessions, then look down and away, hoping he will not ask me for money and frankly just tired. He calls after me, "Don't be sad, honey, it won't be too much longer." How does this sixty year old man who has obviously hit hard times look at me and manage to empathize? Good Lord, I have a bluetooth headset in my ear and a shopping bag hanging out of my work "briefcase". He couldn't even see my ankles. I was really charmed and smiled at him.

Speaking of my ankles, I can't see them either. My most dour doc did not seem distressed by them, but I am desperate to somehow make them stop doing this uncomfortable and unsightly thing. Next time I think I will have a winter pregnancy--less swelling, and saves on the heating bills.