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Jan 13 2012

Yep, still pregnant.

Published by under Pets,Pregnancy,The Man

First of all, I just want to say THANK GOD for the Akismet plugin. My spam comments used to consist of wonderful compliments such as “Great post! I’d never thought of it that way before!” and then the spammy part would be the link to their V!@gra page or something. And while I still do get those comments, the Old School Spambots have lately been coming out in force. You know – the ones who paste in three paragraphs of “Jane Eyre” and then 26 links at the bottom? Yeah. Those ones. Akismet catches all of this crap so all I have to do is click “Empty Spam” and that’s the extent of my dealing with it. If you’re running a WP blog and don’t have this plugin, well, I just don’t know what to say to you.

Secondly, I am now considered full term on this pregnancy, which I guess means I could “go” at any time. Watch out, she’s gonna blow! My hospital bag is 90% packed. The things that aren’t in there are the things that I use every day, like deodorant. And sweat pants. I only have three sets of sweat pants; I can’t just take one out of rotation and put it in a bag! I’ve got a few things packed up for Asher, but his packing list is small because the hospital has assured me that they will provide for almost his every need while we are there. The Man’s bag is not packed at all, because I need something to do in the early stages of labor, right? He has a pretty small list as well, so that should take us all of 10 minutes to throw together.

I’ve gotten the bassinet cleaned and set up, all tucked in with sheets and the baby monitor (we have a sound and motion monitor, so there is a sensor pad that has to go under the mattress). The bottom shelf of the bassinet is stocked with a diaper basket, receiving blankets, burp cloths, and pacifiers (which, now that I think of it, still need to be sterilized). His clothes are washed and sitting in a tote in the spare room, along with all of his other stuff.

And, the reason all of his stuff is still in the spare room is because his room is still not done. It’s not our fault. We ordered windows. They took three weeks to arrive, and then they were the wrong size. And not the wrong size, oh we can jimmy it and make it work. These were the wrong size, we need to cut some bricks out of our house. Needless to say, we had to have our supplier order new ones. They will be here in ANOTHER three weeks. After that, The Man and his merry band of helpers can finish the drywall and I can paint, and we can decide what’s going on with the floor, and then maybe we can put the kid in his own room. This is just ONE of the reasons I hope to make it all the way to my due date.

On the personal front, I’m pretty physically uncomfortable. I don’t sleep well. I sleep from about midnight to 3:00 AM, when I get up to use the bathroom. After that, I toss and turn, and catch an hour here and there until around 8:00 AM. Then I get up and lay around the house because I am still tired. My ankles are swollen and so are my hands. I can’t really fit into my shoes. Small things (like getting dressed) cause me to lose my breath. And – this may be TMI, but oh well – my boobs are getting more boobtastic by the day. Before this pregnancy, I wore a B cup. I’m now straining to maintain the integrity of a DD. If I didn’t have this enormous belly to take the focus off, I’d be awfully self-conscious.

Things that I worry about:

  • The cats. Isn’t that precious? Some people have to worry about introducing a new baby to actual human siblings who might have not great reactions. I’m worried about ruining the lives of two elderly felines. They sleep for 22 hours a day. I’m not sure what’s going to be “ruined” about that, but you can’t tell my brain anything. It imagines the worst possible scenarios and then takes those scenarios and puts them in the Most Likely To Happen category.
  • My ability to deal. Not “will I be a good mother?” or “will I let my child down?” but literally “will I be able to deal with this?” I don’t really worry about being a good mother, mostly because at the early stages ‘being a good mother’ equates to making sure the baby doesn’t starve and is clean and fed. I can be that mother. Right now, I’m more worried that I will not be OK mentally with all of these changes.
  • Never sleeping again. I don’t sleep well now. I understand that will not change and will actually get worse once the baby is here. That’s not something I’m looking forward to.
  • I won’t be able to breastfeed. I want to. I hope I can. I’m scared I won’t be able to.

OK, here’s a picture of me at 36 weeks. The Man took this one. I’ve been trying to get him used to my camera so I have some chance of having a few pictures of the boy with me in them, too.

Me @ 36 weeks.

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Apr 19 2011

Another cat post.

Published by under Pets

I try not to disturb Destiny the Brain Damaged Cat while she is napping. The reason for that is that she doesn’t deal with interruptions very well. If I innocently pat her sleeping form while I pass by, she is likely to violently awaken, and start screaming at me. I don’t think she’s screaming in rage. She always sounds more confused: “Where am I? What’s happening? Who are you? Oh, it’s you. Is it food time? Is something wrong? Where’s Fate? Is she going to eat me? Should I follow you? Where are you going? I’ll get up. What are we doing here? Are we going to play? What are you doing? That looks like food.” And it goes on. And on. AND ON. I think I’ve mentioned before that Destiny is kind of a vocal cat, and also that her voice tends to get on my nerves. I’m not trying to be mean about it, I’m just saying. I’ve tried to capture the ridiculousness of how much she talks on camera, but she seems to sense when I’m recording her and tends to shut up. If she were a smarter cat, I’d think she was weaving some complicated plot to make me insane, but I know the truth: she’s actually just stupid and noisy.

Sometimes, though, I can’t help but disturb her, and those times are usually when I lose track of her. Most of the time, if I don’t know where a cat is, I check three spots and I will find the cat(s) in one of those places. Those places are: couch, chair, love seat. When one of them is not immediately visible and is not in one of those three places, I commence The Search, where I rummage through the house looking for the missing feline. Most people would just shrug and wait for the cat to reappear, but these cats escaped one time about ten years ago, and now I worry constantly that they’ve gotten out of the house, even though they’ve pretty much never shown an inclination to go outdoors since that one incident. Plus, they have an irritating habit of sneaking into the downstairs closet when someone is in there getting a coat or rebooting the router, and sometimes they get shut in there. So, I start searching. And if it’s Fate who’s missing, no problem. I find her somewhere, she kind of blinks at me, and we both go on with our lives. But if I have to track down Destiny, then most of the time I am in for at least a half hour of this cat YOWLING at me.

For instance, I just lost Destiny. I located her napping in the towel cabinet, on the towels that we use for sopping up spills and for the pool in the summer. I opened the towel cupboard. She yowled at me. I shut the towel cupboard. She yowled at me. She opened the towel cupboard and stepped out, still yowling. She followed me out of the bathroom, yowling. I told her, “I didn’t want anything! I was just checking!” And, you guessed it, she yowled at me.

Right now, she’s doing laps around the coffee table, and every time she passes by me, she yowls. If I pet her, it pretty much just resets the cycle. I’m not sure what she wants, or if she even wants anything. The Man’s theory is that her brain kind of wipes while she’s doing laps around the coffee table, so when she rounds the corner, she’s like “Oh! There you are!” and then she keeps going until she comes around again: “Oh! There you are!”

She certainly does annoy me when she’s doing things like this, especially if it’s first thing in the morning, but sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that my little brain damaged cat won’t always be around to annoy me, and then I pick her up and give her a cuddle, and she drools on my shoulder.

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Apr 06 2009

Busy weekend, annoying week.

Published by under House Renovs,Pets,The Fam

So, the floors downstairs are going in this week, which accounts for the “annoying” part of the title.  Since both the living and dining room are getting done, we are pretty much confined to the upstairs – three people, two cats, one dog.

One dog?  Yes.  Mister Ted is staying with us until Saturday.  We brought him home from Dr. Mom and Moll’s to see if he would fit in and have a better life at our house.  He is somewhat persecuted up north, because Yappy Appy (aka Apricot), the other Corgi, picks on him.  However, at our house, he can’t roam around freely outdoors, nor are there other dogs to keep him company.  He gets along OK with the cats, which is nice, but not only do Dr. Mom and Moll miss him, it appears that Apricot has been acting rather badly since he’s been gone, meaning that she is not doing so well on the adjustment thing.  All in all, everyone involved feels right now that Teddy would be best off at home, where he was pretty happy, and they’ll just work on getting Apricot under control so Ted can play a little bit.  In the meantime, he is a good houseguest.

The Charming Crusader (The Man’s dad) and came over this weekend to help tear out the old floors, and he brought with him The Man’s older brother.  Two workhorses, I tell ya.  They were here Saturday morning, and that subflooring didn’t have a chance.  Yesterday was Palm Sunday, so we had church, and then went to see Grandma.  We were supposed to go to lunch with our rector, but someone passed away, and the family needed him.  We’ll have to reschedule that for after Easter.

It’s snowing outside right now, which is AWESOME considering I received some bare root plants in the mail on Saturday and now cannot plant them.  They are hanging out in the refrigerator, and if they don’t make it, I will have to re-order.  I’m just glad the expensive plants (my two new fruit bushes) haven’t shipped yet – but they are supposed to arrive potted, so I can keep them indoors as long as I need to.

I’m really, really looking forward to the downstairs floors being finished, because the house will look 100 times better.  Plus, I won’t be confined anymore.  We have three days scheduled for install – cross your fingers and say a prayer that it will take less than that.

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Jan 10 2009

Just visiting.

The best part about being home is simply…being home.  I love my house, even though a lot of work needs to be done to it, and it’s not always as clean as it could be.  I still love being here.  All my stuff is here.  My cats are here.  I can watch my own TV and work in my own kitchen and it’s all good.

The worst part about being home is the reason we came home early – The Man’s uncle passed away and the funeral was yesterday. I didn’t know him – he was from the side of The Man’s family that we rarely visit with – but it’s never enjoyable to see a bunch of people you care about hurting so badly.

The other thing that’s dampening my mood is that we’ll be leaving again soon.  I was, and still am, pretty excited about our upcoming trip to Nashville, but the fact that we’re only home for one week is bumming me out a little bit.  I’m doing all this laundry, because I know I have to turn around and pack up the clothes again.  I’m frantically cleaning the house because it not only needs it (oh God, does it need it), but also because if I don’t get it done, it will be another TWO WEEKS before I can get to it.  I’m not interested in knowing what my house will look like after a month of not dusting.

I’m also sad about leaving the cats again.  They’re fine and everything, and Chris takes good care of them when we’re gone, but I miss them.  And Destiny is getting a little too big for her brain damaged britches – she tried to jump onto a chair today, forgot that her limbs don’t respond as quickly as they used to, therefore fell down and landed flat on her back.  She seems OK, but she seemed OK the last time too, and a couple of days later she was spending the night at the vet’s.  We already have a vet appointment on Monday – I’m interested in taking her off the prednisone – so if she knocked some more damage into her brain, I’ve already got her in.  Great timing, huh?

Today was mostly laundry and putting away the Christmas tree.  There’s now a big hole in the dining room furnishings, where I think I’m going to put the small recliner from our bedroom.  I’m not sure.  There’s also a rather large display cabinet sitting in the middle of the floor that needs to be hung up.  This is going to be my china cabinet, thanks to Dr. Mom who recommended I find something that hangs rather than something that takes up even more valuable floor space.  I’m nervous about getting it up on the wall, and I’m nervous about it STAYING on the wall once it’s up and loaded with stuff.  Plus, it will be hanging right over The Man and Chris’s computer desks, so if it falls down, there may be some collateral damage.  Eeek.

The Man is working on the spare room (must stop calling it the office), building the closet.  Once that’s done, we need to look for flaws in the finish work, then prime and paint, then get the carpet in.  Then the room could be used, even though the trim work won’t be done.  I’m really looking forward to having that room back.

Tomorrow we’re going to 8:00 AM church, then The Man will be playing D&D and I’ll be heading out to Grandma’s so I can see her before we leave town again.  I’m hoping J-bird is feeling better by tomorrow and she can come to Grandma’s too.  I haven’t seen her since Christmas.

When I get home from Nashville, I’m going to have to start scheduling time with my friends.  I told Special Op B we’d get together in January, before I knew we were going to Nashville.  I need to get together for another lunch date with Julio, and I need to go visit Mackers.

But first, I need to finish cleaning my house.

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Nov 04 2008

Election Day Madness.

Published by under Pets

I got my civic duty out of the way before 9 AM this morning, leaving me little else to do today except grocery shop and bite my nails as I watch the exit poll results.  My fingers might be down to bloody stubs by the end of the day.  It seems that despite telling myself over and over not to get my hopes up so that I won’t be crushed AGAIN, some hope managed to creep in.  Damn you, Barack Obama and your infestation of hope!  Now I have to stress all day, worrying that my small hope will be for naught, when I could have been a comfortable cynic.

After I got back from the polls, I tried to take a picture of myself wearing my “I Voted!” sticker, so you could all have photographic evidence.  Unfortunately, I was unable to take a picture that didn’t represent me as a triple-chinned albino doofus, so I decided to take pictures of my drunken cat instead.  But once again it was proven that taking pictures of this cat is NIGH IMPOSSIBLE.

First of all, if you sit on the floor, she is instantly all up ons.  I tried to back up, to put her back a few feet, and to wait it out, but once a cat sticks her head to the camera lens and starts to “mark” it, it’s pretty much all over.  Then I thought, “Well, she wants attention.  I’ll pet her for awhile.”  Bad idea.  Because Destiny is like an addict for petting.  She has phases:

Phase 1:  Enjoy the petting.  Purr, prance around, mew happily.

Phase 2:  Get aggressive.  Normal attention is no longer enough.  Head butt!  Head butt!  Grind the side of your face into human’s hand.

Phase 3:  Sloppy drunk.  Drool a lot.  Roll around on the floor.  Slur.

As you can see, it can get ugly pretty fast.

And in case you were wondering what happened to Fate, the non-drunken cat, she is currently hiding under the couch.  She’s probably worried about the exit polls.

(P.S. November 1 was the one year anniversary of me and The Man quitting smoking.  One year!  Crikie!)

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