All I could think last night is "Dang, caught again!" My only real gripe about any of it is that it's about 70 degrees or less and breezy when you get out of the pool. The pool itself is 80 degrees, which is a little crispy, but once you get moving around it's pretty nice. It's the getting out that's a bitch.

Unlike the night before, Genny managed to sleep through my pool time. If she doesn't, Mike has said, he'll keep her inside and won't tell me she's crying because that's just the kind of supportive guy he is. That and he knows I've been freaking out about my high fasting sugars. He knows I gotta work out to keep my sugars down.

Gotta work that thang, ya know?

The thing I think Genny appreciates is the stand up thermostat, i.e., my nipples when I get out because she either already is awake or she usually wakes up when she hears me and demands her nursey-byes.

Yesterday, she didn't even seem to miss me much after daycare, which was rather heartbreaking. She nursed me a little bit, but mostly wanted to sit there and smile and coo at me, which was quite adorable, but not terribly productive. Usually, she makes a big show of the "must nurse now" with all of the associated physicalities: the "uh-uh" noises, the swinging arm she uses to smack my boobie and the rooting all over my chest like a wild boar.

But the girl can hold her head up -- all...by...herself.

Last night, I was showing the neighbor the tomatoes and zukes out back and I found that my zucchini plant had hatched. I haven't visited my zuke mounds in a couple weeks and there were three appalling huge zucchinis out there needing to be harvested, so I picked them and gave them away. (That's what you're supposed to do with zucchini, right?)

And I hunted them over a little and sized up the veggies that will be coming and mumbled something rude about why'd I buy those zucchinis at the fruit stand on the weekend with all the tourists clogging up the checkout lines.

When I took one of those big mommas out to the pool, Mike thoughtfully suggested, that I might want to "lube" it first. I chuckled a little and took it out there.

Man, Mike knows the gals at the pool. Norma and Marlene were out there and going on and on about that big old zucchini and could they maybe borrow...no, rather, HAVE that. We all made wisecracks about it for a good hour until Norma was laughing so hard she was crying. And then, Norma looked at Marlene and said,"Man, you can sure tell we don't have a man, can't you?"

And this morning at 5, when the baby woke up for her nursing, I got her down and had to scoot a little bit over toward Mike, because she's still the kickboxer outside the womb that she was inside, and he woke up, took the baby out of the bed and cuddled with me. At that hour of the morning, I'm not usually interested in much, but I was game for some serious "cuddling" and he promptly started snoring in my ear. I untangled myself out of his arms and rolled over and went back to sleep.

The zucchini aren't visible from our window, but after noticing some revived interest on my part in having a sex life, I think I should visit my patch more often. When I asked Mike what happened, he said,"You rolled over and went back to sleep!" I reminded him that he had started snoring in my ear. He giggled and said,"D'oh!"

Who knows, maybe we'll both go visit the zucchini patch tonight!