Not fertile just fat

My son says she's gained weight since their divorce and that she isn't pregnant. But my husband says the photo looks definitely like a woman with an eight-month baby bump. She's even curving her arm and hand around the bump, just like a pregnant woman would do. But my son says he saw her recently and that she was overweight but not pregnant. Would he really notice if she was dressed in something loose? I doubt they hug each other. Her breasts also look swollen. AAAGH!

We had quite a rainstorm overnight, and it's not over. More is on the way. We needed it, but of course, the basement leaked, and I had to go downstairs to mop up the mess in the corner and turn on the fans. The joys of home ownership.

I'm feeling really stressed. I don't like feeling pressured with deadlines. Some people are more productive with whip-cracking incentives. I am not. Maybe I'm getting too old for the cut-throat world. Certainly, I could embrace retirement if only I knew that we wouldn't starve to death. All the things that would have mattered to me if I'd gotten the doctorate as a younger person--getting tenure, serving on committees, making my way up the ranks--well, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. Not anymore, anyway.

Just how much "face" would I lose if I dropped out of the committees I'm involved with? I have a sneaky feeling that it wouldn't be allowed.

Really, I may just be feeling a temporary sluggishness brought on by worry, stress, and concerns about family, but I don't think so. I love to teach, but grading papers is a drag. (Why couldn't I have chosen a lovely field where all one does is lecture and give scantron tests?)

On top of everything else, I'm concerned about my health. I'm such a hypochondriac that all the woman from the doctor's office had to do was to ask if I was having pains in my right side, and of course, now I'm having pains in my right side. The power of suggestion. If she'd asked whether I was developing green spots on my nose, no doubt green spots would magically appear, or at least I would imagine that I saw them.

Today's photos are two of my parents. The one in the snow is of them as newlyweds. The other one is when they had been married for maybe 30 years. Daddy always loved her. Always.