Don’t let Carl’s orange tie fool you. This past weekend we went to a black tie optional wedding at the Fairmont Hotel in the city. Thankfully, a friend loaned me a stretchie black dress to fit the bump. And folks, I think we have a dancer. Ever since dancing the night away at the reception, the bambino has not stopped dancing inside of me. I know this should be a beautiful thing, but it still kind of freaks me out in a sci-fi sort of way. Am I alone in this? I even had a strange Poltergeist dream the other night. Help.