I've chosen the pseudonym Pacey for my son for blogging purposes. That way I don't have to keep calling him "the baby" or "my son" but I don't have to give away his name. I'm pretty sure my friend Becky is the only one who will get the joke, but then again, she knows his real name. So...to the birth story!

But not so fast, because his birth story starts a little over two weeks before he was born. So, I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but little Pacey had a bit of a rocky start, coming seven weeks early.

A week before Christmas I woke up on a Sunday morning and felt kind of crappy. I even said to John, hey, I feel lousy, but I promised my mom I'd help her pick out her Christmas tree and I don't want to let her down. He told me I was a good daughter. I drove down to my mom's, getting there on time, and she was, naturally, running a bit late. I checked my blood sugar, which was a little high (pregnancy makes diabetes harder to control) got a glass of water and settled down on the couch to wait. About half an hour later, we drove over to the Christmas tree place. For the record, ALL I DID was walk around, slowly, and look at trees with my mom. We paid extra to have the tree delivered to her house and set up in the stand so I wouldn't have to lift a finger.

Anyway, we picked out a nice tree, she paid for it, we went back to the house, the kid delivered the tree and I was sitting on the couch again when all of a sudden it was like I was under water or crying. Everything got really blurry and hard to see. It lasted for a couple of minutes and then went away. My mom used to be a nurse, so she knew that was potentially a sign of high blood pressure, so she checked my blood pressure and it was in fact high. It's normal for your BP to be a little bit higher in pregnancy, but not that high. So I called my doctor, got the doctor on call, and he told me to go to Labor & Delivery to get checked out.

At L&D they verified that my BP was high, put me on a monitor and hooked me up to an IV for hydration. At one point the nurse asked if I was having any cramping and when I said no, told me I was having regular contractions. That's right, I was having contractions and I had no idea. They just felt sort of squeezy, and everything feels so darn weird when you're pregnant. After watching me for a while, the contractions slowed down and they said I could go home, but that I couldn't go in to work the next day and I had to go see my doctor.

My doctor didn't have any appointments in the morning, so I got one for the afternoon and told my boss I'd be in around 1:30. Around noon I set off for the doctor's office, feeling fairly cheerful. It was a lovely sunny day, and I felt pretty good. I was still having contractions every once in a while (once they were pointed out to me, I could recognize them) but I was sure everything was going to be fine. Ha!

On the way to the doctor's there was a wreck on the highway and it was completely closed. I had to get off and tear through the country roads to get around the blockage. Then, my check engine light came on. And finally, a cop came up behind me -- I had been speeding, but a kindly motorcyclist signaled me the cops were around -- and when I got out of the left lane, the cop pulled level with me, gave me the two fingers from his eyes to mine "I'm watching you" and drove next to me for a while before getting bored and speeding off. Now a) if you think I wouldn't have played the "pregnant and having contractions on my way to the dr" card if he had pulled me over, you're very naive and b) I knew there was no way in hell my blood pressure was going to be normal after all that in just 45 minutes.

Sure enough, it was not, and my contractions were increasing, so back to the hospital I went. This time they kept me in monitoring for MUCH longer. I had to call my boss and tell her I wouldn't be in. I ended up calling Becky to come hang out with me because I was bored and lonely. And eventually they said they were keeping me for the night, so John came to take over from Becky.

That's when things got really scary really fast. My contractions were increasing as was my blood pressure. All of a sudden I was hooked up to magnesium sulfate to stop the contractions, had a catheter and there was a neonatologist there to talk about what problems Pacey would face if he was born at 31 weeks. The mag sulfate did its job and got everything calmed down pretty quickly. If you've never been on mag sulfate, I hope you never have to experience it. I felt like I was burning up. My eyes ached and were boiling in my head. You can't eat when you're on it. In fact I'd had lunch that day and eventually proceeded to throw up everything I'd ever eaten, along with a few things I'd only thought about eating. It's the worst. After two days I was sent home on bed rest. At the time I told my boss I was sure I'd be back at least working from home by January 3rd.

Conveniently, I'd already planned to take the week between Christmas and New Year's off, as I usually do. Less conveniently, I couldn't leave the house for Christmas, I hadn't baked anything and I hadn't finished my shopping. Poor John found himself having to do everything, while I lay on the couch, trying to relax. I napped. I read books. I watched a lot of TV -- How I Met Your Mother, old Law & Order reruns and a bunch of marathons on Bravo, mostly. At night John and I were watching Firefly, having finally listened to everyone who told us we'd love the show. (Everyone was right). Christmas was kind of depressing. My mom didn't like having her traditions disrupted, John's dad didn't want to make the drive up here, and I felt like crap.

The next week was more of the same. It was getting harder and harder to sleep because I had to pee every 17 minutes, so I was tired all the time even though I didn't do anything. My friends called to keep my spirits up, my iPad connected me to the world and I stayed on the couch, checking my blood pressure ever so often. On New Year's Eve John and I watched the Firefly movie Serenity and I went to bed at 10:30.

And at 6:50 am on New Year's Day, my water broke. I was lying in bed, half asleep because I had to pee AGAIN but hadn't quite motivated to get up, so of course my very first thought was "oh shit, did I wet the bed?" but the water just kept coming and I knew that couldn't be right. So I ran to the bathroom and then decided I should wake up John. Then I called the doctor who said to go to the hospital and bring a suitcase, because I was probably going to be admitted. I ran around like crazy throwing random crap into a bag (the first time I ended up in the hospital I didn't have my toothbrush and I was determined not to do that again) and we were out the door 10 minutes later. The only thing I wish had done differently was to take a couple of minutes to eat something.

There is no traffic at 7 am-ish on New Year's Day, if you're wondering. We got to the hospital right away, even though it was 31 miles. I was still leaking all over the place, but not having much in the way of contractions. We got to the hospital, I was checked in and they verified that my water had indeed broken. I was also 70% effaced but not dilated -- aka my water had broken but labor wasn't really progressing. My BP was also elevated, so they gave me medicine for that, along with massive doses of antibiotics, because they worry about infection when your water breaks.

We got settled in our nice, big comfy birthing room (the first time around we were in kind of a crappy room because I was originally only going to be there overnight) and I started texting people updates. It was New Year's Day, after all. I didn't want to wake anyone up. At that point I was 32 weeks 4 days, and the plan we came up with was to keep me on hospital bed rest with IVs until 35 weeks if possible, then induce, although my doctor said she didn't think I'd make it to 34 weeks.

And right she was. I had enough amniotic fluid left that Pacey was doing fine, but my body was another story. My BP was not cooperating. They wouldn't let me eat -- one particularly depressing time I was allowed breakfast and right when it showed up my BP spiked and they took it away again. I don't think my diabetes has ever been so poorly controlled as when I was in the hospital under strict medical supervision. At one point I actually had John sneak me in a ginger ale just so I could have something to prop my blood sugar up!

I'd never really spent time in the hospital before, and let me tell you, it's not great. I was hooked up to monitors for my blood pressure, contractions and the baby's heartbeat. I had these stupid hissing inflatable things on my legs to prevent blood clots, and I was attached to an IV machine that was constantly beeping about one thing or another. Going to the bathroom, which I still had to do all the time, was an ordeal of cords and tethers and IV poles. And it was impossible to sleep or rest. If my bp alarm wasn't hooting, my IV was beeping, or someone was there to a) check my blood sugar b) change my IV c) give me a shot d) draw my blood e) get the trash f) change the linens g) type something in to the computer h) ask about my insurance and so on.

Now, the people were great. All of the nurses, doctors, techs and various other people were so kind and so helpful. It was just the hospital stuff that sucked. So anyway, on my third night in the hospital my blood pressure kept going higher and higher while I was sleeping. At 2:00 am my doctor woke me up and told me they were going to induce. I was back on the mag sulfate, plus pitocin and oh yeah, they were putting in a catheter too.

Ok, this has gotten really long, so I guess it is birth story part 1. To be continued...

So as you'll recall, last April I met with a nutritionist who had me give up just about everything for a few weeks. No alcohol, no dairy, no wheat/gluten, no soy, no eggs, no caffeine and no sugar. It was not easy, but at the same time, I felt terrific. I eventually added the dairy back in, and eggs and sugar. The one place where I ran into trouble was reintroducing wheat, and we eventually concluded that while I'm not allergic to wheat/gluten, I do seem to have some sensitivity to it, so I started limiting my intake.

Shortly after that, everything with wheat flour in it started sending my blood sugar straight through the roof, so I'm exploring gluten free options, which is how I got to spinach polenta lasagna. I've found that recipes that naturally do not include gluten tend to be way better than "gluten-free" products intended to replicate a gluten-having food. Those tend to suck. I'm generally ok with this, although if you catch me on free pizza, cake and soda day at work, I'm a little cranky. Anyway, on to the recipe:

Spinach and Polenta Lasagna
Polenta (1 cup uncooked)
15 oz ricotta cheese
2 eggs, lightly beaten
2 teaspoons dried basil
2 teaspoons dried oregano
10 ounces spinach (sautéed for a couple of minutes if fresh or thawed and drained if frozen)
1 25 ounce jar spaghetti sauce
6 ounces mozzarella, grated

Becky doesn't eat meat, but if you do, this bit's for you:
1 pound ground beef
½ small onion, diced
2 cloves garlic, diced

For the polenta - I used some polenta I had on hand. The directions there were to bring three cups of broth to a boil and then mix in one cup polenta, stirring the whole time until it thickened, which took a couple of minutes. I think it was some kind of quick cooking polenta. Then I spread it out on a cookie sheet in a thin layer to cool. Next time, I'll probably go with the premade polenta in a tube and just cut it into slices and press them into the pan. The important thing is to make sure the polenta is firm, not soupy, because it is the base for your lasagna and you don't want it getting mushy.

For the cheese mixture: add the two lightly beaten eggs to the ricotta cheese. Stir in the basil and oregano. Mix in the spinach.

If you're making meat sauce, brown the ground beef with the onion and garlic. Drain the fat, then stir in the tomato sauce.

If you're not making meat sauce, just heat the tomato sauce up in a sauce pan until warm.
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Spray a square 9x9 pan with olive oil.

Press a layer of polenta into the bottom of the pan, using half of the polenta. Top with half the ricotta mixture, then half the tomato sauce.

Top that with the rest of the polenta, then repeat the ricotta and tomato sauce layers. Then sprinkle the grated mozzarella on top.

Bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes to an hour. You'll probably want to put the casserole pan on a cookie sheet in the oven because it does bubble over a bit. You'll get at least six servings out of it.

Well...March, usually one of my favorite months, kind of sucked this year. I was sick with one thing or another for three of the four weeks and I turned 40. I was not thrilled about the approach of 40, nor am I particularly happy about it now that it has arrived. Still, the world did not end and if you want to take your mind off such a milestone being miserably sick for three weeks is one way to do it.

Let us speak no more of March.

April has been a bit better. My 40th birthday present to myself was an iPad2, although I only got it last week. First I had to dither about spending the money and which one to buy and then I had to wait for it to arrive. But now it is mine and I love it. I worried a bit that once I actually had it in my possession, I'd feel bad about how much it cost. Nope. I'm still figuring out everything I can do with it, but it's great.

The other big news of the month is that I saw a nutritionist, who put me on an elimination diet. No gluten, dairy, sugar, caffeine, eggs, alcohol or soy for two weeks, with limited red meat and pork. By the end of the two weeks I was actually fantasizing about a piece of toast with butter on it. Interestingly enough, I do seem to have had fewer headaches and stomach upsets in the two weeks, but then again, I don't get headaches and an upset stomach constantly. I don't think I have a food allergy, but we'll see.

It is a very clean way to eat, but not one I think I can keep going forever. For one thing, I miss cheese. For another, it is a lot of work. The gluten free thing is the biggest hassle (and I don't care what anyone tells you, gluten free pasta is terrible) but the lack of dairy is what bothers me the most. Well, and I don't enjoy tea without a little bit of sugar in it. Easter came just after the two week period ended and I cheated wildly, eating waffles, bacon and hash brown potatoes with cheese at brunch without any ill effects. But now I'm back to "everything-free" until my follow up with the nutritionist in early May. Then I get to start officially adding foods back in.

So, what's up with you? If there's still anyone out there, that is.

Cake recipe (this is based on a recipe I found on Epicurious for a chocolate layer cake)
2 cups all purpose flour
1 ¾ cups sugar
¾ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup water
¾ cup buttermilk
¾ cup vegetable oil (I used canola oil)
3 large eggs

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Coat two 9 inch diameter by 2 inches deep cake pans with a non-stick cooking spray and then line the bottoms with parchment paper. Spray the paper too.

Sift the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt together in a large bowl. Whisk to blend, then form a well in the center. In a separate bowl, whisk together the water, buttermilk, oil and eggs in a medium bowl to blend. Pour the wet ingredients into the well in the dry ingredients. Stir or whisk until just blended. Divide the cake batter between the two prepared 9 inch cake pans.

Bake cakes until tester inserted into center comes out clean, about 30 minutes. If the cakes get domes on top, cover with a dish towel and push down very gently to flatten them back to level. Cool completely in the cake pans on baking racks.

Mousse layers:
4 ounces semi-sweet chocolate, chopped
4 ounces milk chocolate, chopped
4 ounces white chocolate, chopped
¼ cup cold water
1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin
5 large egg yolks
¼ cup sugar
1 cup half and half
1 ¾ cups chilled whipping cream

Spray a 9 inch diameter (or slightly larger, mine is about 9 ½ inches) spingform pan with nonstick cooking spray. Line the bottom with parchment paper - spray the paper too.
Place each chocolate in its own medium sized bowl. (this recipe takes a lot of bowls) Next, combine the gelatin with the ¼ cup of water and let it stand until the gelatin softens, about 10 minutes.

While the gelatin sits, beat the egg yolks and sugar in a large bowl until the mixture is pale yellow and very thick. This takes about five minutes by hand, or about 1 minute if you're using a hand-held blender with a whisk attachment. Bring half and half just to a simmer in a large saucepan. Gradually whisk the hot half and half into the egg yolk/sugar mixture. Return the mixture to the saucepan and cook over medium heat for about 3 minutes. Be careful not to boil it, just cook until it thickens and gets custard like. Remove custard from heat and stir in gelatin until it dissolves. Pour through a strainer into a glass measuring cup, then pour 1/3 of the custard into each chocolate bowl, stirring it into the chocolate until the chocolate melts. Use a different spoon to stir each chocolate so that you're not mixing flavors. If the mixture cools before the chocolate is completely melted, you can set the bowl over a pan of simmering water and stir for a little while longer until it melts all the way. I had to do this with two of the bowls, and it worked fine.

Beat the whipping cream in a large bowl until stiff peaks form. The hand blender with the whisk attachment is great for this too. Divide the whipped cream evenly between the three bowls of chocolate, using about 1 1/3 cups for each one. Stir until completely combined.

Now we go back to the cake, which is probably completely cooled by now. Place a plate over the cake pan and invert it, tapping on the bottom of the pan with a knife. The cake should pop right out on to the plate. Take a large knife and carefully cut the cake layer in half horizontally. The easiest way to do this is to put it on a cake stand, insert a large knife in the side, and then slowly saw through. You want to keep it as level as possible, but don't worry if it isn't perfect. You can always even it out later, and this recipe is pretty forgiving. Repeat with the second cake. You now have four 1 inch high layers of chocolate cake.

Take one of the cake layers you've just created and place it in the bottom of the springform pan. Pour the semisweet chocolate mixture over it, smoothing with a spatula. Some of it will run over the sides, but that's ok. It's why we're using the springform pan. Chill in the freezer for about 15 minutes to set the mousse.

Once that layer is set, add another layer of the chocolate cake, then top with the milk chocolate mousse, smoothing with a spatula. Return to the freezer for another 15 minutes to set.

Finally, drop in the third chocolate cake layer, and top that with the white chocolate mousse, smoothing with a spatula. Freeze for another 15 minutes or until the white chocolate is set. The white chocolate layer took a little longer to set than the other two had for me. Then top that with the 4th chocolate cake layer and put the whole cake in the freezer or fridge to wait to be frosted. I did this the night before and then frosted it the next day.

You could frost this with a typical chocolate buttercream and I think it would be yummy. However, I went with a ganache and it really added a another level of richness to the cake.

Ganache:
9 ounces bittersweet or semisweet chocolate (do not exceed 61% cocoa) chopped
1 1/8 cups heavy (whipping) cream

Place chopped chocolate in a bowl. Bring the heavy cream just to a boil in a saucepan. Pour over the chocolate. Let stand for one minute, then stir until ganache is melted and smooth. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes to an hour until the ganache is thick enough to be spread instead of poured.

Take your cake out of the fridge and remove the springform sides. It will look messy. All you have to do is take a knife and neaten up the sides until the cake is round again. Then spread the ganache over the top and sides, swirling with a spatula to make it pretty. Pop the whole thing back in the freezer for another 30 minutes to set the ganache, and then enjoy. The cake is best stored in the fridge, covered with plastic wrap. You can take it out to let it warm up for about an hour before serving, or you can microwave your pieces for 15-20 seconds.

So now I'm starting again. Back to the gym, back to counting carbs like a good diabetic, back to not baking except on special occasions. No more trips to Starbucks and no eating free donuts or bagels when they show up at work. And it's not so bad, or at least it won't be. I know I'm happier and I feel better physically when I'm working out regularly and eating the right way. I just have to get through the first two or three weeks of being sore and exhausted as my muscles remember how to exercise again.

And boy do they have some remembering to do. It's really not fair that it is so easy to lose fitness and so much work to get back in to shape. My core still feels pretty strong, but the rest of me is in sad shape. One of the ways I intend to keep it interesting is to go through and do each of the fitness DVDs I have. There are some that I've never even tried! Tonight I grabbed a kettlebell workout and it was a disaster. Right at the start there was this move where you have to hold the bell above your head, get down on the floor and then get back up again, and I hoisted the weight above my head...and then kind of fell over instead of lowering myself to the floor and getting back up. A point in my favor though - I didn't just give up. I grabbed another, slightly easier DVD and fought my way through it.

It's a little humiliating to basically be back at the absolute novice level, but I keep reminding myself that if I keep at it, I'll get back to being as strong as I was. I just have to be patient. I suck at being patient, but it's not like there's an alternative, so here I go. Maybe this time I'll even master doing a proper pushup.

So, hi! Please feel free to delurk and leave a comment. Or, just read on for the list of my favorite books of 2010. Most of these books were actually published in 2010, but my criteria for selecting them is simply that I read them in 2010, so there are some older ones that made the list.

The God of the Hive, by Laurie R. King. Have I mentioned Laurie R. King here before? I love her books and this series in particular . The premise is that Sherlock Holmes was younger than he was portrayed in the official Sherlock stories because Watson wanted readers to take him seriously. Around the start of WWI, Sherlock retired to Sussex, where he made the acquaintance of Mary Russell, a young woman just as intelligent and observant as the Great Detective himself. She becomes his apprentice, and eventually his wife. The God of the Hive is the latest in the series and is really more of a continuation of book that proceeded it, The Language of Bees, but wraps the story up quite satisfactorily. If you haven't read any of them, I recommend you start with the first book and make your way through the series until you get to this one. My favorites are A Monstrous Regiment of Women, Justice Hall, The Game and Locked Rooms.

Bring on the Night by Jeri Smith-Ready This is also a book in a series - the third after Wicked Game and Bad to the Bone - but you can read it without reading the first two. The main character, Ciara Griffin, is a former grifter who is trying to go straight and be a normal college student. In the first book she takes an internship at a local radio station, only to discover that the DJs are all vampires. She helps save the station by promoting it as the Vampire station (each vampire plays the music from the decade in which they were turned) and ends up working at the station and dating one of the vampire DJs. I like Jeri Smith-Ready's take on the vampire story. The books are fun, Ciara and her boyfriend Shane are likeable characters and the villains sufficiently villain-y (and yet defeatable). This book does have a somewhat shocking twist that I really did not see coming, and I always see the twists coming. It was cool to be surprised. One bonus: the author includes a playlist with each book and she has excellent taste in music. And the story is set in Maryland, which is always fun for me.

Life As We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer This one was not published in 2010. I just discovered it on a list of "books to read while you wait for Mockingjay to be published." The story of what happens when an asteroid hits the moon and knocks it closer to Earth, this book is a huge downer. I'm not kidding! At the same time, I loved it. I seriously could not stop reading it. It's a YA book, told from the point of view of Miranda, a teenager in a small town in Pennsylvania. After the asteroid hits, her world starts to unravel, slowly at first and then with a terrifying speed. It was fascinating to see how Miranda, her friends and her family all react differently to their new reality.

Feed by Mira Grant. I picked this one up on a whim when rambling through Barnes & Noble one day and I'm so glad I did! It's the story of Georgia and Shaun Mason, a couple of bloggers in the world after the zombie apocalypse. Due to the ongoing problems with zombies, blogs have taken on a whole new role in society. Georgia and Shaun are chosen to shadow a presidential candidate on the campaign trail, and the story takes off from there. Together they battle zombies and shadowy conspiracies and traitors in their own ranks, while watching the popularity of their blog soar. The story is well paced and Georgia and Shaun and the other characters felt so real. Mira Grant really knows how to build a vivid world. I'd almost want to be a part of it, except for the zombies. And I don't want to ruin anything, but there is a scene where a fairly important character dies, and I was practically sobbing while I read it. So well done.

At the end of the book there was a page with a note that said "keep an eye out for the next book in the series." And I thought oh yes please, I'd like more of this. Well it turns out that the next book won't be available until spring, so thanks for the confusing note Orbit books. However, looking for it led me to discover that Mira Grant is actually author Seanan McGuire, so I went out and got her first book, Rosemary and Rue. Rosemary and Rue is the story of Toby Daye, a half human, half faery private detective in San Francisco. At the start of the book she's happily married with a little daughter, but then something goes wrong for her on a case and she ends up enchanted and living as a fish in Golden Gate park for 14 years. The story picks up with her trying to put her life back together and avoid all that is faery. But of course, she gets pulled back in after a former friend from her faery days is murdered. The story is very enjoyable and I have a huge crush on Tybalt, the King of the Cats.

Seanan McGuire actually led me to this next book in a roundabout way. I went to pick up her third book An Artificial Night, and while I was there, one of the bookstore clerks handed me Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind and said "Read this, you'll love it." I had seen the book but had been turned off by the description on the back cover, which really does not do a good job of showing you what to expect inside, but I always take the recommendations of book store employees seriously. Well, he was right. The book is great. Kvothe's story, from his years traveling with his parents' theater troupe, to his time alone and a little crazy on the streets, to when he makes it to the university make for a fantastic story that is beautifully told. The sequel comes out in March and I can't wait to read it.

I don't read a ton of romance novels, but there are a few authors I like. Laura Kinsale is not actually one of those authors, but someone, possibly Manda, wrote about her Flowers from the Storm and I was intrigued. The heroine is Maddy, a Quaker woman in 19th century England. Her father is a mathematician, and she meets the Duke of Jerveaux when he co-authors a paper with her father. Months later she stumbles across Jerveaux in an insane asylum. He's had a stroke and they think he is insane. She can tell that he's not though, and takes on the task of helping him to recover. They slowly fall in love, but the whole time Maddy agonizes about being true to her faith and not being seduced away from the values she holds dear. It was nice to read a book that really departed from the traditional romance book formula.

Edited to add: I forgot Sunshine by Robin McKinley! Also not published in 2010, but really very, very good.

If you're wondering what to comment about in honor of delurking day, here's a prompt: What was your favorite book of 2010?

I figured I should get at least get something up on the page in case my URL comes up during the interview. So, hi Triple L Show listeners! I swear it's not usually quite so boring here at Bad Penguin.

And for the record, the lovely Bella is as awesome in real life as you'd think she is from the show.

We had some nice lettuces at the beginning of the summer. They were very enjoyable, until one day they all disappeared. The corn grew very tall but never produced any actual corn. We did get a few green peppers, but the red and yellow pepper plants just sat there doing nothing. Last week I was very excited to see that we had one small, adorable watermelon growing, and then this weekend something ate it. At this time I suspect that son of bitch groundhog. He was seen in the area, and has the means, motive and opportunity to commit the crime.

My herbs have done ok, except for the cilantro. I used a bunch of it in June and then all of a sudden it got very tall, flowered and died. At least I still have the basil, rosemary, thyme and sage.

Now all of my hopes are pinned on my tomatoes. I put in four different varieties of tomato plants because I love fresh tomatoes -- in salads, in sandwiches, with cheese, on their own, in sauces. I have plans for those tomatoes. The plants have all grown up nicely and the marigolds I planted with them seem to be doing their job of helping to keep pests away, but they are all still stubbornly green. All except this one

I sliced it up and ate it on an english muffin with some smoked mozzarella. Delicious! But now it's like the other tomatoes are just taunting me with their potential to be awesome. Or stolen by rogue groundhogs.

I've written about the deer and the bugs, but there is so much more. When we had the big snowstorms earlier this year, the snow stuck around for a while. Every morning we'd wake up to more tracks crossing and crisscrossing the yard and the driveway, highlighting just how much activity goes on out there. Hoof prints and paw prints and bird tracks weaving their way back and forth in the snow.

There's a fox who lives in our woods (we think) who I typically see crossing the driveway at night. There are squirrels galore. One day recently I was coming home and there was a squirrel sitting in the middle of the driveway, clutching something in his paws and nibbling on it. I pulled up in my car and he gave me an irritated look and moved a couple of feet farther down the drive. I inched forward and he looked at me, then moved a couple of more feet. Finally, after the third time I got near him, he glared at me and took off into the woods.

Something helped itself to tuna can out of the recycling bin. My money is on the raccoon John saw amble down the front steps, across the front walk and into the woods.

We had a full on, Winnie-the-Pooh-style bee's nest in the bushes between the house and where we park our cars. John dealt with that one. If I look out the window to the back yard, I'm almost guaranteed to see two or three butterflies dancing around. Of course there are also a lot of gnats, which aren't nearly as charming.

There are bunnies, of course. And birds. I don't know much about birds, but we have a hawk I see pretty regularly, the woodpeckers, cardinals and blue jays. Plus plenty of others I can't identify, including one that makes noise exactly like R2D2, and some bird that very insistently kept trying to build a nest on our front porch.

About a month ago I looked out into the back yard and there was a mama deer calmly nibbling on a tree at the edge of the woods while her very tiny, very young fawn raced in circles around her, zooming into the trees and then tearing back out of the woods at her.

Just on Wednesday what we think was a groundhog (it looked kind of like a squirrel on steroids) snuffled around on our front steps for a bit before disappearing off somewhere.

I think my favorite story is this one though, although technically it happened in my neighborhood but not at my house. Last fall I was driving home after dark. It was one of those dramatic, windy nights with a full moon lighting up the sky. Something flashed on the side of the road, catching my eye, and I slowed down, just in time to see a mouse run in front of my car, followed by a big, fat marmalade cat. The mouse stopped on the double yellow line, the cat swiped at it with a paw, then snatched it up and continued on his way across the road. It was like something you'd see on the Serengeti, only in miniature. And sad for the mouse, of course, but also kind of magical.

So, for the record, my annoying and stupid allergies started in 2009. I started having trouble with my earrings. I thought my ear piercings were getting infected, because they kept getting puffy, itchy and sore. This went on for a while, actually. Then one day I happened to mention it to my friend Laila, and she told me that it sounded like I was having an allergic reaction. Sure enough, as long as I stuck to plain gold earrings, my ears were fine. That kind of sucks because I don't really care for gold, but at the same time, not wearing earrings isn't that big a deal. I can wear some silver earrings, but not all.

In January I started getting weird itchy, scaly patches on the palms of my hands. I know that doesn't sound all that serious, but you'd be amazed at how much stuff you touch with your palms. They were constantly irritated to the point where my skin was cracking and bleeding, and the only thing that helped was covering my palm with a bandage. Of course it is very difficult to keep a bandage on your palm because you flex your hands so much, so I looked ridiculous.

I asked my doctor about it, and she said it was a contact dermatitis, and recommended that I start wearing gloves at the gym, when I washed dishes and did any cleaning. That helped a little, but mostly with the extra irritation. The itchy/scaly part didn't go away.

Then I got my iPhone, which I immediately tucked into a plastic case to keep it protected. And lo and behold, over the next four weeks, my palms cleared up. I consulted Dr. Google, and my symptoms seem to fit very well with a diagnosis of a nickel allergy. It usually starts with trouble with a piercing and then is exacerbated by a cell phone. Unfortunately, the treatment for a nickel allergy is pretty much "stop touching nickel, dumbass." However, I was perfectly content to wear earrings sparingly, look dorky in gloves at the gym and keep my phone in a case.

But lately it's affecting my wedding ring, and that is not ok. White gold is apparently made with nickel in it, I guess to make it less yellow, and yes, my wedding ring is made of white gold. I love my wedding ring. It wasn't terribly expensive, but it is in a Celtic knotwork pattern that suits us. I love that it matches John's ring, but is just smaller. I love that he carried it around on our wedding day and then put it on my finger and we started off on this new part of lives together. And now I can't wear it for more than five minutes at a time, which is really upsetting. If you need me, I'll just be over here trying to find a cure for nickel allergies. Or a way to coat my wedding ring so I'm not actually touching it when I wear it.

I couldn't fall back asleep though. The only thing I could think of that would cause a noise like that was an explosion, which led immediately to thoughts of "Something went wrong at Ft. Detrick (home of scary bioweapons research) and now our lives are about to become something out of The Stand, Feed, or The Passage. Fuck!" Although I suppose that we're close enough to Ft. Detrick that if something did happen there, we'd probably die pretty quickly. There's a cheery thought for you. Perhaps I should lay off the post-apocalyptic fiction for a while.

Then I considered a plane crash.

Then, well, BP has a facility here in Frederick. Maybe all of their stuff has just started spontaneously exploding.

How big a car accident would it take to make a noise like that and shake the whole house? I don't think that's actually possible.

At this point it finally occurred to me to turn on the radio. I'm not kidding when I say I'm not a morning person. My brain actually moves that slowly at 5 am. Plus, I was very busy thinking up worst case scenarios. Imagine my surprise when they said it was an earthquake. You can't really blame me for not thinking of that. This is Maryland. We don't usually get earthquakes here. Based on 1970's disaster movies, I always figured there'd be more shaking, things falling over and general drama. And George Kennedy.

Anyway, by then I was full on awake, so I just gave up and got out of bed. What a weird way to start my day.