A quick sartorial comment:
Its been raining here.  A lot.  And cold.  So I broke out some blazers, sweaters and cool weather clothes.  Yesterday I wore a lovely professorial looking jacket, gray and brown wool tweed, nice and warm.  It fits perfectly.  It belonged to my mom and my aunt way back when and is probably from the early 1970s.  This summer I had some conversations with the same aunt about how sizing has changed over the past decade (she and I often wear similar sizes).  So I checked the tags on the jacket- size 9/10.  All of the jackets and blazers in my closet, which fit well and were purchased over the last 5 years?  Size 4.  The only exceptions are the two that I bought for interviews when Noella was 5 weeks old- they are a whopping size 6.  I guess I have some evidence to go along with all of those news stories about everything in American life getting bigger, from our dinner plates to our clothes!