"These are a few of my favorite things"*

~Maxwell House singles coffee pods. Since I drink coffee so rarely when I'm not pregnant, I drink it even more rarely now that I am (think maybe once a week. breathe, Dr. S) ;-p. But, I do like to have a little of the dark stuff on hand, especially when I find fancy creamer on sale. Like this week. Yum. It's not so good when my coffee-bearing hand decides to jerk randomly just as I'm sitting down at the computer desk...but hey, I already know I need to refinish this particular antique, so it's all good. I just wish I could remember to get the glass piece that's supposed to protect against all this wear and tear from the unit to protect against the clumsy bug that seems to be going around.

~Terry Pratchett. A very funny man who has written a bunch of books about an alternate world that could be either totally make-believe fun stories or some form of political/cultural satire. My buddy from high school recently sent me a few of his doubles.** I was on the couch all day yesterday reading finishing this one---------------------------->
so that Toucan*** could take it to work. I think I'm going to attempt to save the rest of the stack for long airplane trips and middle-of-the-night-why-did-I-ever-agree-to-a-kid-only-I- can-feed kind of moments.

LeMec (said buddy's moniker of choice, at least as of a few years ago) also sent over what he seems to think will be the "bundle of joy"(his words, not mine)'s first storybook------->
The jury is still out on whether the Gammlemor****, who is convinced that her first grandchild will be the smartest and bestest ever, will approve.


THANKS, LeMec!!


~Countdowns. Three months is not nearly as manageable as 10 weeks, or 68 days. Of course, Gammlemor thinks it'll be more like 11 or 12 weeks, and Toucan and I are hoping for closer to 8 weeks, so we'll see. Did you know that less than 5% of women actually deliver on their due date? This is why I keep saying "end of July" every time I'm asked. Although the "middle of July" would be just fine too. Something about letting the kid develop a bit and get used to the world before flying halfway around it appeals to the first-time-mother in me.

~The Cat. No, seriously. He jumped up on the couch yesterday and proceeded to curl up on top of my belly and start purring. When the kid kicked him, he simply moved up to my chest (without ever opening his eyes, I might add), and consented to a few pets before going to make sure that his food dish was still empty. And then, when Gore's kid was here--6 months old and already mastered the army scramble--, he let her get all the way up to him before he looked at me like I was crazy for allowing her to locomote. This same cat let Gore pet him for a whole five seconds last night. I'm never switching cat food brands again.

~BIG Commissaries. It was so nice to go to a real grocery store this week. The commissary had their grand opening on Monday, complete with drawings for everything from a jetski to a riding lawnmower. The nephew won an oreo stacking contest and got a bag full of oreos (go figure); the husband stood in the LOOOOOOONG line while I shopped and had the niece run items from me to the cart, and the SIL tasted all the samples. The common consensus is that the key lime pie was the best, especially since the coupons made it 50 cents a slice. By the time we were done, I was tired and the cart was FULL. Granted, I almost tripled my usual grocery bill for the week, but some of those items had been on my list for months. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that even if Y2K made a belated entrance tomorrow, I could STILL feed my entire street for a week.

This is your local pregnant chick, signing out.


*When I was a kid, mom would occasionally often take a nap in the afternoons and I was relegated to matching socks if I didn't want to also take a rest. Usually a movie was involved, to help soften the linty blow.
It was always fun trying to guess which I would finish first: the three hour long favorite, The Sound of Music (yes I still know almost all the words to all the songs), or the socks, which had been known to overflow two big laundry baskets at once. By the way, the movie usually won. Yes, we had that many socks. What can I say...feet seem to run in the family.
**books that he happened to have 2 of--in case you're wondering, my kid's library at the moment consists almost entirely of my own mother's doubles. If you have any of your own (doubles, not kids) to contribute, please do! Free books are definitely one of my favorite things.
***Toucan is the moniker coined for Mr. Mira (otherwise known as "H" or "D") by a few of my campers this past summer. Can you tell I'm trying to figure out what to call him here in blogland? Suggestions are appreciated.
****norwegian for grandma, apparently. huh.