5/09/2006 08:32:00 a.m.|W|P|Susan|W|P|I am becoming a hobbit. I am not becoming shorter, and there is no extra hair on my feet. However, I seem to be taking on the mealtime schedule so dear to the folk of the Shire: breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, afternoon snack, etc. I am hungry pretty much all of the time, and am noshing at every opportunity. The funny thing is that on certain days, depending on how the little one is positioned, there isn't as much room in my stomach! On more than one occasion I have come away from a hearty meal feeling as if the food is sitting just under my chin. "I ate too much," I say, realizing that I probably noticed that during the meal, but couldn't be bothered to stop. Daily must-haves: a banana blended with milk and cinnamon, peanut butter on toast. (My olive addiction seems to have settled down; for a while I thought that the little one would have to be named Olivia or Oliver because green olives would have accounted for 95% of the nutritional raw material that made them.) Glorious sunshine here, as well as a pollen count higher than it has been for years. I've been off to the forest to pick white wood anemones (vitsippor) twice; now the ground is carpeted with them, which always means springtime in Sweden to me.|W|P|114715684545813121|W|P|Becoming a hobbit|W|P|susan@carlens.se