It's started out in the street again.
I don't know if it's because I've hit that bigbig point in my pregnancy, or because it's been warm this week and I've been commuting in dresses or shirts and pants, not all bundled up, but the comments have begun.
On Wednesday, Nick and I were walking to work together, and a man called out, "Twins?"
Nick replied, "Nope! Just a big one!"
And the guy beamed at Nick and said, "Congratulations, man! Good luck!"
I got to my building and a man in the elevator on the way up to my floor said, "You look like you're soon to be two people! You look great!"
Later that afternoon, a woman in the gym in my building smiled at me as I was huffing and puffing along, and asked when I was due. I told her, and she said, "Just one?"
Now, on the street, I've started getting the "Hey, Mama!" and "Congratulations!" Also, "It's a boy!"
Everyone (by everyone I mean every stranger who has speculated so far) guesses boy.
And there's the totally random: The other night, as Jordan and I were walking home, a (probably crazy but kindly-intentioned) man leapt up from his chair at Starbucks, ran over and greeted Jordan and then leaned over and blessed my stomach.
Nobody I don't already know has suggested I name her after them, but I fully expect that one of these days.
Like I said, it's started.