for good, and for evil

Now that I've cracked into the home stretch, I've started using my powers. What powers? The overheated, panting, back-rubbing, stomach-clutching powers of a pregnant woman in the home stretch. To date, I've achieved the following:

- free auto inspection at an otherwise closed service station;
- cuts in line...many, many cuts in line;
- the right to sit down anywhere, at any time, for any length of time
- and, most recently, the ability to partake in a sale in which I should have had a brown bag but didn't, but didn't need to because, "we're not going to make you walk over to Trader Joe's in that state."

It's also amazing how not-at-all guilty I feel when I go to the supermarket and load up my cart with five boxes of popstickles. (Yes, popstickles. If Ralph Wiggum says it, so must I.) Currently, I'm addicted to Dreyers Fruit Bars. Oh, man, they're good. I plan on eating at least two dozen during labor.

Hmm. Perhaps this is why BDR's a Gigantor.