Despite feeling extra large these days, I have really been wanting to get out of town. I finally talked Kenyon into taking me with him on one of his work trips. Luckily it was to San Francisco and not Billings Montana (where he has been working a lot lately). This was the only picture that wasn't a close-up of my face. We decided to walk around one day and ended up hiking what seemed like a few hundred miles either straight up the steep hills or straight down. We went from Union Square, to Lombard Street, and then down to the Pier. I noticed there were not a lot of prego people there, and I got a lot of funny looks and laughs. (What snobs huh?) I told Kenyon that all the people we passed probably thought I was over due and trying to start myself into labor. Luckily, there was none of that.