We have no bananas.

I am 21 weeks pregnant today. I eagerly opened my email this morning awaiting the news of which fruit or veggie is now in my uterus. But babycenter.com has let me down! All I get is "your baby is now three-quarters of a pound and approximately 10 1/2 inches long." Are you telling me there are no foods of this size to reference any longer? What will I do?! If you know of an appropriately sized edible object I can visualize in my womb, please share.

So I was discussing my work situation with Pat the other day when he pointed out something disturbing. Not that there's anything interesting going on - we were just talking about how there was a time a few weeks ago when I kept getting shuffled around to different desks while they figured out where I could sit and not take up a desk for a newly-hired associate. It was mildly annoying to come in on a Monday morning after schlepping all of my stuff to a different cube only to be told that oh, yeah - I guess you can't sit there after all. No biggie. Anyway - Pat pointed out that perhaps, I am the Milton of Securian. (If you haven't seen Office Space, don't worry, you aren't going to get it.) I was laughing so hard I thought I might pee my pants. Which doesn't take much anymore. I really need to get a red Swingline stapler. And I was told I could listen to my radio at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven. If I come in on Monday and find I've been moved to the basement, then I know I'm in trouble. :)