Pregnant Pause.

This has got to be a really tough month to be in the late stages of, you know, uh... Um, you know, when the stork is about to bring his surprise? Well, I guess it's not really that big a surprise. Anyway, Lady Di and I had popped in to the local unit of a large international super-center to pick up various and sundry items, and we noticed one of our fellow parishioners pushing an empty shopping cart and looking mildly agitated. She also appeared to be very nearly ready for a visit from said stork. The lady-for the purposes of this story, we'll call her Beth. This is convenient, because Beth is, in fact, her name- approach and Diane spoke to her. "Beth", Diane inquired, "What are you doing out and about this, uh, late?". After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, we got the gist of it: the stork is taking his own sweet time, and Beth was hoping that a walkabout would speed up the process. A walk was in order, but walking outside was not an option because it is really, really hot outside these days. This store is large enough for a good walk and, more importantly, it is air-conditioned. The empty shopping cart may well have been merely a prop, though we didn't broach the subject.