Week 26, Day 4 (Roadkill is free)

Before I get to the latest lesson in the series entitled "How to humiliate your husband", I think I'd better finally get around to putting up the pix from baby's 19 week scan. I wonder how much more he's developed in the seven and a half weeks since these pictures were scanned?
















First up, baby's profile. I've put some faint guidelines in for people who can't work out what the hell they're looking at. Out of the seemingly hundreds I've shown the printouts to, only one person has looked at the image and "got it" easily. Everyone else had to have it explained, and some just gave up and muttered "Yeah.. I guess..?" in resignation and confusion.

Handsome little bugger, innit he :-)

I love the next pic.. I think of it whenever he 'tents' my belly and starts heaving things about. It's quite easy to believe he's going to come bursting out my abdomen any second, when you have a picture that makes him look like a star from "Alien". (Yeah yeah.. both parents are SciFi nuts, it makes sense we'd have an alien instead of a baby)






In the next two pics, he's throwing a tanty.

First of all he's waving his fist so hard and fast it looks as though he has twice the number of fingers that he should have. Nope, it aint so. We counted his fingers in both scans and they add up just right. This is just a kid who hates the soundwaves from ultrasounds, and isn't afraid to show it. (That's my son... tucks his thumb OUT when forming a fist. I'm so proud!)





And here's the photo that scares the pants off his mother... get a LOAD of the size of that foot! (I downsized it when I scanned it, but the original seems to be the same size as his head!!)
Please tell me it's not to scale with the rest of the pictures??? I don't recall a night of passion with a passing Sasquatch (kinda think I'd remember ... or maybe not. I might have slept through it).
However there's good news about that foot - see the arch? It looks like although he might have inherited his mother's big feet, he's got his father's arches. Yahooo :-)))

Btw, the other foot (the left one) can be seen coiled and armed, ready to kick out at the scan head. This shot was snapped just as the right foot connected with the uterus wall, in no uncertain terms. One thing about a cranky baby, they give entertaining pictures!

Anyhoo, I suppose I'd better get on to explaining this posting's title, and how it relates to why my husband says he'll never trust my advice again.

As we turned into our country road today, I spotted something on the road outside our farm. Yep, my eyes are that good (except when I'm tired after 8 hours on a computer).

As we drew closer, we saw it was at the far end of the farm on the roadside, and that it was a very large bale of hay.

ROADKILL!!!!!!

*The rule of roadkill is "if it's dumped and unidentifiable, it's YOURS!"

The hay trucks blat down our dusty road often enough for a bale even as large as this one to not be a total surprise. One of these trucks obviously didn't secure their load very well, and lost a bale. First one to grab it, and get it home, owns it.

Either that, or leave it on the road as a hazard.

Wayne was a bit dubious, but I pointed out that it was free hay, and that the driver would hardly be likely to return, given the horrendous fines dished out for insecure loads and losing part of a load on a roadway. After all, some years earlier Wayne had found a large plastic drum of chemicals on a motorway, and had wrestled it onto the truck and taken it home. When he rang the police to report it, they yawned in his face, and said "If you can't identify it and you don't want it, I guess we'll have to take it. But no one's going to be stupid enough to report it to us as lost, so if you want it, mate, it's yours."

(We had some analysed. It turned out to be super-strength cleaning chemical, ie Spray & Wipe if you watered it down to about 1 part per thousand.)


So remembering this, Wayne dropped me off at home, and went back in the truck to get the roadkill hay. Yeah okay.. I had to bend his arm a LOT.

Juuuuust as he got it on the truck, a tractor went screaming past at full speed ... well whaddya know. The driver DID notice he lost it, and had come back. What were the chances?

Wayne (being Wayne) turned a bit pink and happily turned the hay over to "the owner" who I must say had a bit of an attitude about the whole affair.

I reckon he should be damn grateful Wayne wasn't a traffic cop sitting there adding up telephone numbers worth of fines for the infringements. He should also be pleased Wayne's an honest bloke who didn't say "you snooze, you lose", like so many others would.

But either way, Wayne's incredibly embarrassed like he was caught doing something naughty (he wasn't, but he doesn't believe me any more). Poor love :-)