Nehemiah

Today I started a new women's Bible study at church. It's called the Good Tidings Bible study. The particular series has been going on for years, but it's new for me. From now until January we'll be studying the Old Testiment book of Nehemiah. I love the Old Testiment. I also couldn't find another study that worked with my schedule and hadn't been going on for some time.
I think, as nice as the women in this particular study are it'll take me some time to get used to the demographics. There are about forty women that attend, and I'd say thirty-five of them are over the age of fifty. I'm used to younger women who are more in my o/wn season of life, but this will be interesting. Who knows, they might see me coming and think, "Oh no, another young wipper-snapper." They have names like Phyllis, Elvira, and Barbara. Most of them probably have been married longer than I've been alive.
The other thing that was kind of funny and a tad bit tiring was the constant talk of when my due date was. I've gotten used to my condition being the focus of every conversation, and I know I do the same for other pregnant women in my life. It's just an easy conversation starter. However, because I'm personally ready to have this baby in my arms and not inside wrestling with my internal organs while I'm trying to sleep, any talk of due date is like rubbing salt in the wound.
So, anyway, many women would introduce themselves, ask me when I was due, be shocked when I'd say, "Tomorrow... technically." Then most of them would guess, "Boy?" "No. Girl." "Oh, really? You're like a little basketball." Strangers say this to me all the time. You'd think after this many months I'd have a good response to this, but I'm left holding my hands in the air in a signal of surrender. It's more like a bowling ball weight wise and I can't help how I'm carrying.
For at least a week people have made predictions that the baby must be coming any time, because I'm so low. There was one older woman who had that really rough, take-charge kind of voice. She over heard me tell someone that I was due tomorrow and she loudly replied, "Yeah, right! You're not low enough!" Well, how low is this baby supposed to be? If she were any lower I'd be giving birth.
Maybe when I get to know some of the women and no longer hear talk about how I'm too high for this or too low for that I'll feel more relaxed and hopefully won't feel like I'm in my grandma's sewing circle.