this week in fun

I think my provider is accepting the reality of things. "Gennie hides a baby better than a smuggler hides pigeons in their pants." I go in and I have dropped a couple of pounds. (this has more to do with the hot weather we had) They measure me. I am measuring like I am 33 weeks vs 38 weeks. Okay then. We had a look through the report from the major ultrasound last week. My amniotic fluid was slightly low (but not scary low, and it may have been minor dehydration) the baby? well she is nice and large and obscenely healthy. Active is a popular word to describe our friend Baby Biscuit. She measures like a baby who is at 38 weeks. My provider said, "yeah, she is likely to rival her brother in size. But you can handle it." I suppose this is encouraging, except I saw a picture of what 10 cm looks like and I sort of went, "HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PUSH A NEARLY TEN POUND BABY THROUGH THAT???" But the human body is capable of all kinds of things. So let's talk ourselves down off of the ceiling. As I was still measuring small today, they did a quick scan to check the amniotic fluid levels. The amniotic fluids were entirely normal and there is plenty in there. (and the baby is still in the right position) So the doctor said, "I think we really have no reason to worry about you or the baby. Just keep drinking water, take it easy (she knows me) and we will just wait for her to arrive."
Okay then.
I went and had a piroshki and an iced coffee afterward.
There was some really nice art on their walls and I picked up the artist's business card. I think I may have to look at her work some more.
The man who works the front counter looks like the good twin version of someone I once dated. It is always hard to look at him. He gave me a free cookie with my coffee so I can't complain.

Maybe today I will do some more laundry. Because there is always effin' laundry to be done.

It rained a ton last night. (terrific for the garden) It also meant I slept well. The best white noise is a good rain. Now let's see if we can talk Senor Onion into a nap. NAP DAMMIT NAP! (maybe that will work)

theories

Raccoons are out and about in my neighborhood. They are also going after pets as raccoons are inclined toward doing because cats and frou-frou dogs are tasty eats. (along with garbage) The neighborhood email list is kind of amusing to read when it comes to this stuff. People are bewildered that nature is encroaching upon their civilized lives and large beverages. People are trying to figure out how to deal with this stuff. I admit I giggled a little bit when someone said that a neighbor's plum trees were attracting the raccoons. Yeah. Plums. Not the pet food or the delicious-looking cat or the backyard chickens. Another "theory" is that an abandoned house is attracting the animals. Raccoons aren't squatters or fruit-bats.
I thought about emailing the list to offer a few ideas on how to deal with raccoons because growing up in a rural place they were a fact of life. (especially since my Mom has chickens and rabbits) You could shoot them (though I think that would upset a few people) you could keep your pets indoors and you can have a guy go and pee around the edge of your property. (raccoons tend to keep away when they smell male urine.) I privately emailed the last solution to one neighbor.

I think I may make some bread and butter pudding tomorrow. I baked some cookies today but I wasn't quite pleased with how the recipe turned out. I keep thinking it could be better. I am testing a lot of recipes as of late. Nothing like inane projects to occupy my head.