I haven't posted since July 30th 2008. Whoa.
What's happened since then? Let me see.
August: uhm... hmph. It's like a blur. September: we had our 10th Wedding Anniversary. My parents had their ... 41st? 42nd? Let's see... I'm 40, it took Mom a year to talk Dad into having me... probably 42nd.
October: Logan had his first Halloween. :) Dressed him up as Yoda. Pics are up on Flickr, but more pics need to be uploaded due to not everything getting offloaded from our digital camera. 'Course, he didn't like wearing the ears, and his head was too big for the ears to be snapped up underneath his chin, so he was sorta Obi-Wan Kenobi for the rest of the night. :)
I let him play with my lightsaber. Yes, I'm 40, and I own a lightsaber. *Brrrrssshhhhnnnnnnng* Want to make something of it?
I bought it from ThinkGeek a few years ago. Makes all kinds of cool sound effects. It's red. Of course. :)
Logan liked it. Kept touching the part that, if it were real, would have sliced his hands off, but I'll teach him the importance of only touching the hilt when he's old enough. :)
Yes, yes, I'm such a geek.
Ended up with ALOT of Halloween candy left over. Not too many trick-o-treaters this year. Bummer. I think the trend of going to "safe shopping malls" where stores are handing out candy is affecting our foot traffic. :P
Ok, that and I didn't decorate until the very last minute. I've heard that if you want foot traffic, you want to decorate at least a week in advance. Apparently the kids scope out the houses prior to the event to ensure they hit the high-candy spots.
Early November we went to our niece's son's 1st birthday party. I think their son had a good time. Our son took over one of the blankets laid on the grass and started playing with their son's toy humvee, LOL! But their son didn't seem to mind.
Logan is all about things that roll. Especially things with wheels. My Mom keeps saying I gave birth to a linebacker because of how quickly he's grown, but now I'm wondering if he's not going to be a race car driver!
And he's almost walking. He will hold onto things and kindof totter around. And he will let go and stand and maintain his balance for a few seconds before DOWN HE GOES! :)
Well, his first birthday is coming up. December 5th. Then his 2nd Christmas. Alot to do before both events.
He's eating more "real food". It just needs to be chopped up into tiny bits as he doesn't have any molars yet. Just 8 incisors. No eye-teeth. He likes cheerios, cut-up strawberries, cut-up cantaloup, and chopped+skinned grapes. I tried just chopping the grapes, but he ended up with grape skins in his mouth that he couldn't quite swallow, and that I had to fish out.
He's also had spaghetti with ground beef and Ragu. Finely chopped up, of course. And I tried to mash some peas for him, but he's still not doing so good on any vegetables that are of the green variety.
Ellie, our female, hasn't been feeling well. But her numerous expensive tests haven't shown that there is anything wrong with her. Am thinking she must be getting into stuff. So am trying to be more careful... ensure she can't eat anything in the fireplace (sometimes we burn pizza cartons in there), and making sure there aren't any candy wrappers for chocolate candies anywhere she can get them. I think that her extra-curricular eating has made her stomach a little fragile. Kindof like after you have a stomach illness, it's easier to upset your stomach by accident for a while.
Logan... who won't eat any green vegetables... surprised us the other day when he went to Ellie's dog dish and ate some of the dog food Ellie had left in there from this morning! I truly didn't think he would do that. I truly thought he was just going over there to push her dog dish around, as he likes to do that. [And thankfully our dogs aren't food aggressive, so he hasn't started any fights by doing that. Heh... watching the dogs trying to eat from a moving bowl has been quite entertaining at times!] But anyway, yes, Logan put dog food in his mouth. And was working on gumming it and swallowing it, but I raced over and started fishing that out of his mouth. And then I started worrying that whatever was upsetting Ellie's stomach was now going to start attacking Logan's tummy! This is of course assuming Ellie might have been fighting something viral or bacterial off.
However, if she was fighting something off, it apparently isn't contagious to humans. Either that or Logan has a cast iron stomach. ;)
Ok, can't think of anything else. I know I'm forgetting something, but that is the highlights, as far as I can remember it. Consider yourself up to date... that is, until I remember what I forgot to post. :)
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Oh, dear Lord, what is that disgusting stench?!?!?
... and other stories.
Not something I get to say often, even with changing diapers. But I got to comment about and smell a horrific stench Sunday evening AND Tuesday morning. I'm just special that way. ;)
So, we had a mouse in the kitchen cabinets. I was pretty sure it may have moved to other locations in the house... honestly, it may have, and the mouse I found Sunday may have been mouse #2. Whatever.
There was this strange smell coming from the kitchen for the past few days. I checked and changed the garbage fairly often. I ran the garbage disposal. Nope, not coming from there. I finally went ahead and looked in the lower kitchen cabinets on Sunday evening. I about fell on my butt, the smell was so bad.
Our electronic mouse trap definitely had something. I couldn't verify for sure until I opened the lid, but that horrific smell was definitely coming from it. The trap is supposed to show a little green light for 24 hours after it has killed something. Unfortunately, I must have missed the 24 hour window. By a few days.
I dumped Mr. Very Dead Mickey Mouse out into a trash bag. It was covered in maggots, and some of it's fur remained in the trap. I'll spare you a graphic picture... I didn't have the fortitude or disgusting forethought to capture a picture of Mickey, unlike the other 2 times I decided to gross out my audience with a picture of a still-alive-but-trapped Minny Mouse, or the picture of my puke on the lawn after a sudden bout of food poisoning.
After talking to my Father-in-Law, he told me it was highly likely the trap wouldn't work again, just on the basis that the smell of death would probably cling to it for a long while. I didn't have the courage to pull out the leftover mouse fur or even try to clean the electronic trap, so $20.00 of mouse-killing plastic hardware and wire went into a different trash bag.
So, that was Sunday evening.
Our female German Shepherd, Ellie, has been getting into the one trash can we have that sits at floor level. Well, we have a 2nd trash can that sits at floor level, but it's very tall, and the dogs haven't figured out yet that it's possible for them to tip it over. Thank the Lord!
Ditto for the fact that they haven't figured out they could probably jump the backyard fence if they wanted to, LOL!
Our male German Shepherd Boss has long been getting into any floor-level trash he can find, even if it was partially burned up in the fireplace. Boss has also been getting really sneaky and taking food off the kitchen counter-tops, or off of my tray next to the recliner. It's been getting worse, and Ellie has decided to follow suite. I guess I can't blame either one of them: they barely get any attention anymore with our baby boy Logan being around. They desperately need to be walked, and their nails are in bad need of filing down. :P They could also really use a bath. Oh, crap... and I'm about a week or so late on their Frontline and Sentinel!!! [Memo to self: medicate the dogs!!!!]
Boss eats poop he finds in the backyard. Thankfully he mostly finds his own or Ellie's poop. Hopefully he doesn't often find other critter's poop... that could give him worms. But anyway, he's used to eating the strangest stuff. His stomach can handle the most amazing things now.
In the little trash can next to the recliner there are often several Reesus Peanut Butter Cups wrappers. Boss eats these w/o any problems. Ellie, however, has been giving herself the runs from getting into them.
Well, Monday night she got into them again. It was a bad night for her to pull that stunt. My husband was getting up at 4:30am Tuesday morning in order to catch a flight. Logan needed comforting at 2am in order to fall back to sleep after a nightmare or some other problem. The he needed to be held and allowed to fall asleep on me while I sat in the recliner with him at 3am. I tried to let my husband sleep through both events considering he was going to have to get up so early.
After I put Logan back in his crib, I let the dogs out for what I hoped was the last time that night/early morning. I was so wrong.
My husband left at 5:30am for the airport. I passed into a deep sleep finally.
At 7:30am, the dogs desperately wanted out. They bugged me quite a bit. I finally relented and got up. But I wasn't prompt enough.
Ellie had left a huge amount of diarrhea on the living room carpet.
It didn't smell too bad just yet. Maybe my nose wasn't awake. I let the dogs out, and put their water outside, and kept them out there. I didn't want them walking through that mess, nor did I want Ellie making any new messes if she wasn't done having the runs.
I took a trash bag and used it to initially scrape up the poop. This disturbed the stench hovering above and in the poop. I about gagged and almost puked then and there.
About 40 minutes and several applications of Petastic and paper towels later, I gave up, poured a bunch of Petastic onto the poo stain directly from the refill jug, and took all the soiled paper towels out to the garage. There they joined Mickey Mouse in the trash can. I gave up cleaning the poo stain as Logan was crying. Ah, time to go from dealing with canine elimination to baby elimination. At least Logan wore a diaper and was unlikely to get poop on the carpet.
Around 8:30am, I gave the Little Guy a bottle and had him come back to bed with me. I was DEAD TIRED, and ended up passing out. I didn't wake up until Logan wanted another bottle after 11am.
The poor dogs watched me wandering around inside and begged to be let in. But I felt like I needed a break from any further doggy digestion problems that morning, plus I hadn't fully finished cleaning up Mr. Poo stain.
I was standing at the kitchen counter, making a bottle for Logan, while he sat in his rocking chair watching Baby TV. It was a little after 11:40am. I was SO late for work, SO dead tired, and had missed a morning doctor's appointment. I looked to my right, and saw some hanging items in the kitchen swinging back and forth. Huh? Looked to my left, and Logan's jumper was also swinging. Looked straight ahead into the dining room, and saw the chandelier also swaying back and forth. Hmmm... I could see we'd had an earthquake, but I had actually not felt it. Very bizarre. Guess my Spidey Earthquake Sense was no longer functioning.
I was 10 miles from the epicenter of a 6.2 earthquake in 1984. Ever since then, I was always hyper sensitive to the ground swaying. It was weird to see an earthquake happen, and not even feel it. I mean, I felt a San Francisco quake that happened in October 1989 and caused freeways to collapse... and I felt it from about 300 miles away, while sitting in the computer lab in college. Everyone there thought I was hallucinating when I asked them if they'd felt it.
Tuesday's quake was a 5.4 (downgraded from a 5.8) earthquake in Los Angeles... which is a ways away from us.
My Mom called to make sure I was ok. She lives in the same city as we do. I was highly amused, as being over 100 miles away from the epicenter of a 5.4 isn't usually cause for alarm! But she'd been lying down when it hit, and had totally felt it. I teased her before hanging up, saying that I was trapped under something heavy, but otherwise I was doing fine. :) "Very funny," Mom replied.
The next person to call was my husband. I don't think he was so much concerned as curious, as if it had been serious enough I'd have given him a call. [Unless I was still trapped under that aforementioned heavy object.]
Finally got Logan off to daycare and my butt into work. Worked really late. Got out... my right rear tire was flat. :P
And my husband was out of town...
But wait! I had the cool tire inflater that I'd purchased after talking to my Father-in-Law about it a while back. It's powered from the cigarette lighter. Worked like a charm.
Then headed off in search of "Fix a Flat", a can of compressed air and stuff that's supposed to seal flat tires. I just wanted to have it on hand. Then picked up Logan from my Father-in-Law's, and headed home to enjoy finishing cleaning up the poop stain.
And to enjoy dealing with a plague of flies in the house! We've been having some extra fly problems of late, but this was ridiculous! Ended up setting some bait out for them such that they would be sitting in a cup and I'd have a good chance of using the battery powered fly zapper on them.
And that's been my weird Tuesday. Well, weird few days.
I never thought I'd find something that smelled worse than skunk, but the dead mouse, and Ellie's diarrhea, were really just phenomenally foul.
Wednesday I get to call the tire place to get my tires checked. This is the 2nd time the rear right one has gone flat. Before the tire shop thought I might have a leaky valve stem. My Father-in-Law thinks I may have cracks in my tires that are more easily influenced to open up when my car is parked in just the right, or in this case wrong, position. His explanation makes the best sense at this point.
Well, I'm typing while sleep deprived. It's time to put he laptop away and try to get some much-needed zzzzzz's.
To quote one of my favorite Baby TV programs, "Shushy-Bye and Goodnight". :)
Not something I get to say often, even with changing diapers. But I got to comment about and smell a horrific stench Sunday evening AND Tuesday morning. I'm just special that way. ;)
So, we had a mouse in the kitchen cabinets. I was pretty sure it may have moved to other locations in the house... honestly, it may have, and the mouse I found Sunday may have been mouse #2. Whatever.
There was this strange smell coming from the kitchen for the past few days. I checked and changed the garbage fairly often. I ran the garbage disposal. Nope, not coming from there. I finally went ahead and looked in the lower kitchen cabinets on Sunday evening. I about fell on my butt, the smell was so bad.
Our electronic mouse trap definitely had something. I couldn't verify for sure until I opened the lid, but that horrific smell was definitely coming from it. The trap is supposed to show a little green light for 24 hours after it has killed something. Unfortunately, I must have missed the 24 hour window. By a few days.
I dumped Mr. Very Dead Mickey Mouse out into a trash bag. It was covered in maggots, and some of it's fur remained in the trap. I'll spare you a graphic picture... I didn't have the fortitude or disgusting forethought to capture a picture of Mickey, unlike the other 2 times I decided to gross out my audience with a picture of a still-alive-but-trapped Minny Mouse, or the picture of my puke on the lawn after a sudden bout of food poisoning.
After talking to my Father-in-Law, he told me it was highly likely the trap wouldn't work again, just on the basis that the smell of death would probably cling to it for a long while. I didn't have the courage to pull out the leftover mouse fur or even try to clean the electronic trap, so $20.00 of mouse-killing plastic hardware and wire went into a different trash bag.
So, that was Sunday evening.
Our female German Shepherd, Ellie, has been getting into the one trash can we have that sits at floor level. Well, we have a 2nd trash can that sits at floor level, but it's very tall, and the dogs haven't figured out yet that it's possible for them to tip it over. Thank the Lord!
Ditto for the fact that they haven't figured out they could probably jump the backyard fence if they wanted to, LOL!
Our male German Shepherd Boss has long been getting into any floor-level trash he can find, even if it was partially burned up in the fireplace. Boss has also been getting really sneaky and taking food off the kitchen counter-tops, or off of my tray next to the recliner. It's been getting worse, and Ellie has decided to follow suite. I guess I can't blame either one of them: they barely get any attention anymore with our baby boy Logan being around. They desperately need to be walked, and their nails are in bad need of filing down. :P They could also really use a bath. Oh, crap... and I'm about a week or so late on their Frontline and Sentinel!!! [Memo to self: medicate the dogs!!!!]
Boss eats poop he finds in the backyard. Thankfully he mostly finds his own or Ellie's poop. Hopefully he doesn't often find other critter's poop... that could give him worms. But anyway, he's used to eating the strangest stuff. His stomach can handle the most amazing things now.
In the little trash can next to the recliner there are often several Reesus Peanut Butter Cups wrappers. Boss eats these w/o any problems. Ellie, however, has been giving herself the runs from getting into them.
Well, Monday night she got into them again. It was a bad night for her to pull that stunt. My husband was getting up at 4:30am Tuesday morning in order to catch a flight. Logan needed comforting at 2am in order to fall back to sleep after a nightmare or some other problem. The he needed to be held and allowed to fall asleep on me while I sat in the recliner with him at 3am. I tried to let my husband sleep through both events considering he was going to have to get up so early.
After I put Logan back in his crib, I let the dogs out for what I hoped was the last time that night/early morning. I was so wrong.
My husband left at 5:30am for the airport. I passed into a deep sleep finally.
At 7:30am, the dogs desperately wanted out. They bugged me quite a bit. I finally relented and got up. But I wasn't prompt enough.
Ellie had left a huge amount of diarrhea on the living room carpet.
It didn't smell too bad just yet. Maybe my nose wasn't awake. I let the dogs out, and put their water outside, and kept them out there. I didn't want them walking through that mess, nor did I want Ellie making any new messes if she wasn't done having the runs.
I took a trash bag and used it to initially scrape up the poop. This disturbed the stench hovering above and in the poop. I about gagged and almost puked then and there.
About 40 minutes and several applications of Petastic and paper towels later, I gave up, poured a bunch of Petastic onto the poo stain directly from the refill jug, and took all the soiled paper towels out to the garage. There they joined Mickey Mouse in the trash can. I gave up cleaning the poo stain as Logan was crying. Ah, time to go from dealing with canine elimination to baby elimination. At least Logan wore a diaper and was unlikely to get poop on the carpet.
Around 8:30am, I gave the Little Guy a bottle and had him come back to bed with me. I was DEAD TIRED, and ended up passing out. I didn't wake up until Logan wanted another bottle after 11am.
The poor dogs watched me wandering around inside and begged to be let in. But I felt like I needed a break from any further doggy digestion problems that morning, plus I hadn't fully finished cleaning up Mr. Poo stain.
I was standing at the kitchen counter, making a bottle for Logan, while he sat in his rocking chair watching Baby TV. It was a little after 11:40am. I was SO late for work, SO dead tired, and had missed a morning doctor's appointment. I looked to my right, and saw some hanging items in the kitchen swinging back and forth. Huh? Looked to my left, and Logan's jumper was also swinging. Looked straight ahead into the dining room, and saw the chandelier also swaying back and forth. Hmmm... I could see we'd had an earthquake, but I had actually not felt it. Very bizarre. Guess my Spidey Earthquake Sense was no longer functioning.
I was 10 miles from the epicenter of a 6.2 earthquake in 1984. Ever since then, I was always hyper sensitive to the ground swaying. It was weird to see an earthquake happen, and not even feel it. I mean, I felt a San Francisco quake that happened in October 1989 and caused freeways to collapse... and I felt it from about 300 miles away, while sitting in the computer lab in college. Everyone there thought I was hallucinating when I asked them if they'd felt it.
Tuesday's quake was a 5.4 (downgraded from a 5.8) earthquake in Los Angeles... which is a ways away from us.
My Mom called to make sure I was ok. She lives in the same city as we do. I was highly amused, as being over 100 miles away from the epicenter of a 5.4 isn't usually cause for alarm! But she'd been lying down when it hit, and had totally felt it. I teased her before hanging up, saying that I was trapped under something heavy, but otherwise I was doing fine. :) "Very funny," Mom replied.
The next person to call was my husband. I don't think he was so much concerned as curious, as if it had been serious enough I'd have given him a call. [Unless I was still trapped under that aforementioned heavy object.]
Finally got Logan off to daycare and my butt into work. Worked really late. Got out... my right rear tire was flat. :P
And my husband was out of town...
But wait! I had the cool tire inflater that I'd purchased after talking to my Father-in-Law about it a while back. It's powered from the cigarette lighter. Worked like a charm.
Then headed off in search of "Fix a Flat", a can of compressed air and stuff that's supposed to seal flat tires. I just wanted to have it on hand. Then picked up Logan from my Father-in-Law's, and headed home to enjoy finishing cleaning up the poop stain.
And to enjoy dealing with a plague of flies in the house! We've been having some extra fly problems of late, but this was ridiculous! Ended up setting some bait out for them such that they would be sitting in a cup and I'd have a good chance of using the battery powered fly zapper on them.
And that's been my weird Tuesday. Well, weird few days.
I never thought I'd find something that smelled worse than skunk, but the dead mouse, and Ellie's diarrhea, were really just phenomenally foul.
Wednesday I get to call the tire place to get my tires checked. This is the 2nd time the rear right one has gone flat. Before the tire shop thought I might have a leaky valve stem. My Father-in-Law thinks I may have cracks in my tires that are more easily influenced to open up when my car is parked in just the right, or in this case wrong, position. His explanation makes the best sense at this point.
Well, I'm typing while sleep deprived. It's time to put he laptop away and try to get some much-needed zzzzzz's.
To quote one of my favorite Baby TV programs, "Shushy-Bye and Goodnight". :)
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Bad parents, no donut
We're sitting here watching Law and Order. It's nearly 2pm. Logan (our baby boy) is asleep on our bed in our nice, dark, cool bedroom, after having been fed a bottle.
The dogs are VERY attentive to us.
Me: "They must be hungry."
Husband: "Oh, we haven't fed them."
Me: "No... we only feed things that scream and cry."
The dogs are VERY attentive to us.
Me: "They must be hungry."
Husband: "Oh, we haven't fed them."
Me: "No... we only feed things that scream and cry."
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Where do I put the moat?
I saw my ObGyn Thursday of last week. She reminded me that the specialist, who zeroed in on the "3rd leg", during my last ultrasound, had determined my due date was no longer November 29th, but November 21st. I'm ahead a week. I'd sorta spaced on it... like I heard it, but it didn't really click.
Tripped me out. Means I crossed 23 weeks last Wednesday... 24 as of today, Wednesday 8/1/2007. I'm well over halfway there.
Each month is approximately 4.5 weeks. 40 weeks == 8.88888 months. Hmph. If 40 weeks is supposed to be 9 months, maybe that should really be 4.44 weeks per month? Well, anyway...
So, 24 weeks == 5.33333 months. Yeah, over halfway there.
*SNIFF*
I'M NOT READY!!! LOL!!!
I quit reading "What to Expect when you're Expecting". My shrink said that was probably a good thing, considering I have OCD, and might focus on one item in the book and start worrying about it happening.
However, I also haven't read any books on how to care for babies.
Instead I've been re-reading my Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter collection, trying to re-familiarize myself with the series in preparation for reading the latest book, book 15 in the series.
And I've got about 3 other books waiting in the wings, including the latest Harry Potter, so no-one spoil it for me, LOL! :)
But I am going to sign up for some quicky classes on the whole birth process, taking care of babies, and also baby CPR. My husband will be going with me. And I've got friends and family who have kids, so I think everything's going to be ok.
But it's just a really, really weird experience, this whole pregnancy thing.
Sometimes I have a panic attack over the fact that there's SOMETHING ELSE ALIVE inside of me. Just feels a little creepy.
Other times I'm happy talking to our future son, saying things like, "How yah doing, kiddo?", or, "What do you think?", or, "Hey! Quit kicking me in the bladder!"
My husband was on travel Sunday night thru Thursday night last week. I guess the "motherhood" protective instinct kicked in, because every night, I made sure the doors and the sliding glass door were locked. And kept a loaded revolver near the bed, with 6 extra bullets nearby in case I needed to reload. And brought the machete that normally sits next to the sliding glass door (I got it after going nuts trying to cut up huge bushy weeds next to the side of the house, prior to having the house tented for termites), and placed it next to my side of the bed.
Because, you know, all that training in machete-fighting would come in handy if someone broke in, LOL. :) And no, I have no clue how to fight with a knife, much less a machete. I took some Tae-Kwon-Do, but never got past white-belt. But I DO know how to shoot. Well, at least with the machete in the bedroom with me, a perp couldn't find it in the living room to try to use on me.
I also had a flashlight near the bed, and a lighter, so I could light a candle. And my cell phone and a portable phone nearby, even though the landline phone is at the head of the bed.
And did I mention the 170 pounds of fur, fang and claw that sleep with me at night? That would be one 70 pound female German Shepherd and one 100 pound male German Shepherd. And they are in their prime... if they wanted to take someone down, they could do it.
And they are 100% on my side. ;)
Yeah, I am probably as safe as a person can be, with all those things nearby!
When my husband came home, he teased me when he was kissing me goodbye one morning and said, "Love your machete". :)
Anyway, the OCD+pregnancy of late has been making me a little extra protective of myself, i.e., me and the fetus. And it showed by the amount of hardware/tools I insisted on taking with me into the bedroom each night, LOL!
Heh. Funny. I didn't even think about taking the fire extinguisher into the bedroom too! Man, how did I forget about THAT????
Tripped me out. Means I crossed 23 weeks last Wednesday... 24 as of today, Wednesday 8/1/2007. I'm well over halfway there.
Each month is approximately 4.5 weeks. 40 weeks == 8.88888 months. Hmph. If 40 weeks is supposed to be 9 months, maybe that should really be 4.44 weeks per month? Well, anyway...
So, 24 weeks == 5.33333 months. Yeah, over halfway there.
*SNIFF*
I'M NOT READY!!! LOL!!!
I quit reading "What to Expect when you're Expecting". My shrink said that was probably a good thing, considering I have OCD, and might focus on one item in the book and start worrying about it happening.
However, I also haven't read any books on how to care for babies.
Instead I've been re-reading my Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter collection, trying to re-familiarize myself with the series in preparation for reading the latest book, book 15 in the series.
And I've got about 3 other books waiting in the wings, including the latest Harry Potter, so no-one spoil it for me, LOL! :)
But I am going to sign up for some quicky classes on the whole birth process, taking care of babies, and also baby CPR. My husband will be going with me. And I've got friends and family who have kids, so I think everything's going to be ok.
But it's just a really, really weird experience, this whole pregnancy thing.
Sometimes I have a panic attack over the fact that there's SOMETHING ELSE ALIVE inside of me. Just feels a little creepy.
Other times I'm happy talking to our future son, saying things like, "How yah doing, kiddo?", or, "What do you think?", or, "Hey! Quit kicking me in the bladder!"
My husband was on travel Sunday night thru Thursday night last week. I guess the "motherhood" protective instinct kicked in, because every night, I made sure the doors and the sliding glass door were locked. And kept a loaded revolver near the bed, with 6 extra bullets nearby in case I needed to reload. And brought the machete that normally sits next to the sliding glass door (I got it after going nuts trying to cut up huge bushy weeds next to the side of the house, prior to having the house tented for termites), and placed it next to my side of the bed.
Because, you know, all that training in machete-fighting would come in handy if someone broke in, LOL. :) And no, I have no clue how to fight with a knife, much less a machete. I took some Tae-Kwon-Do, but never got past white-belt. But I DO know how to shoot. Well, at least with the machete in the bedroom with me, a perp couldn't find it in the living room to try to use on me.
I also had a flashlight near the bed, and a lighter, so I could light a candle. And my cell phone and a portable phone nearby, even though the landline phone is at the head of the bed.
And did I mention the 170 pounds of fur, fang and claw that sleep with me at night? That would be one 70 pound female German Shepherd and one 100 pound male German Shepherd. And they are in their prime... if they wanted to take someone down, they could do it.
And they are 100% on my side. ;)
Yeah, I am probably as safe as a person can be, with all those things nearby!
When my husband came home, he teased me when he was kissing me goodbye one morning and said, "Love your machete". :)
Anyway, the OCD+pregnancy of late has been making me a little extra protective of myself, i.e., me and the fetus. And it showed by the amount of hardware/tools I insisted on taking with me into the bedroom each night, LOL!
Heh. Funny. I didn't even think about taking the fire extinguisher into the bedroom too! Man, how did I forget about THAT????
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Drumroll Please...
Got the 2nd specialized sonogram. I.E., the 2nd one from the doctor with the really expensive equipment, vs. the ones from the ObGyn with the less expensive sonogram equipment.
I hit 20 weeks on Wednesday. On Thursday, the doctor looked around, measuring the skull and internal organs and an arm and a leg. He checked to ensure the chest (rib cage, etc.) looked good. He made sure I really wanted to know the sex... I assured him I did! That we did. That pretty much everyone in our family and all our friends did, LOL! Well, I didn't mention that, but basically it's true. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me "so, do you know the sex yet?", I'd be able to buy alot of McDonald's Happy Meals. :)
The doctor fiddled with the wand thingy across my belly, and adjusted the image. And announced, "we've found a third leg!"
I was laughing. I said something like, "Hi there, little one! You're no longer an 'It', you're a 'He'!" :)
He burned the whole session onto a DVD, and also printed out 4 images. On the last image, the, ahem, evidence, was made quite clear. :)
My Mom had 2 daughters from her first marriage. The first didn't survive past 3 days because the doctor who delivered her was unfortunately drunk at the time, and missed that some fecal matter had been aspirated. :( The second... the second is my FULL Sister, no matter that we don't share the same father. Anyone who wants to disagree with me on that is going to get his or her ass kicked. By me, my Mom, my Dad, and my Sister, LOL! My Dad adopted my Sister when my Mom and Dad got married, so it's legal even if he's not my Sister's biological Dad. He's definitely my Sister's spiritual Dad. I swear, they are so alike it's trippy.
Anyway...
My Dad had one daughter from his first marriage.
And I'm the only daughter from Mom and Dad's marriage together.
I was kindof expecting to have girls because of the trend! I knew I would be happy with either. :) People have asked us if we want a boy or a girl, and we have either said "Yes", or "one of them would be nice", LOL!
I also knew, if we had a girl, she was probably going to be influenced to be a major tomboy, LOL! Well, anyway, if I had any say in it. :)
Let's face it: growing up, I did indeed have a few dolls. And barbies. But it was mostly about the lego's and the lincoln logs. And the building blocks, and Fisher-Price little people having adventures. I wasn't big into those pretend tea parties. :P Ick. And I watched Spiderman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Bionic Man, the Incredible Hulk, Superman, etc. Thundaar the Barbarian, Land of the Lost. I was heavy into Star Trek and Star Wars. I watched all the old Japanese Godzilla movies, no matter how badly they were dubbed. And I often watched all the scary Saturday morning/afternoon movies. I guess I was the kind of girl that guys could hang out with and talk cool sci-fi stuff with.
Shoot, I LOVE the Alien and Aliens movies. Alien 3... not so much -- too depressing, and the audio track made it really hard to tell what people were saying. Alien 4 was amusing, if really way too gross at the end. Alien 5: Alien vs. Predator, was fun eye candy, but that's about it.
And yes, I also watch "chick flicks". Shoot, I own "When Harry met Sally", "The Devil Wears Prada", and various other chick flicks. It's just I also own the Star Wars movies, Raiders, Alien, and other sci-fi/adventure movies, LOL!
But don't ask me anything about cars. I understand how the combustion engine works, but you would never want to ask me to fix your vehicle!!! My tomboy-ism kindof fizzles when it comes to mechanical stuff.
However, I don't have issues pumping my own gas, topping off the oil, windshield wiper fluid, or coolant. Shoot, I pulled the battery out of my motorcycle and took it to the shop to get it recharged. [Still trying to sell that thing... I don't want to ride it while preggers, and somehow I can't see strapping a car seat on the back of it!]
And I've changed my windshield wipers. I took a class that taught how to change your car's oil, and how to rotate your tires. But crawling under my car to get the oil filter wasn't on my list of things I like to do, so although I could probably still do it, I prefer if Jiffy Lube does it. I know, I know: I'm a wimp. But although I'm petite, the idea of having a large vehicle standing over me while I'm lying flat on my back trying not to bump my head... it just doesn't appeal to me.
I know how to shoot, and I know how to fish, and how to clean what I catch. And I recently got to bait hooks with live sardines when fishing in the ocean... THAT was fun! Those things are slippery, and it's very funny to see a bunch of people, myself included, bent over chasing their bait around the boat. :)
I can scuba dive, I used to ride my poor neglected motorcycle, I used to surf, I used to ride my bike, I used to rollerblade...
My Dad took me kayak-camping, where you offload the boat and your gear on one side of the lake, pack the gear in the kayak, and paddle to the other side and pitch a tent. He also took me lake kayaking and ocean kayaking when we didn't have time to also go camping. And he taught me how to clean a fish and how to shoot.
I confess alot of my skills were learned later in life: surfing, scuba, and motorcycles came after I was 30. My husband has been a really good influence on me. :)
Heh. I've grown into a couch potato. My husband and I get home from work, and we're wiped out. We get onto the couch, get onto our laptops, and pet the dogs as they come by to get attention. We sometimes horse around with them, playing snarly-bite. :) Getting them all worked up and "snarky". :) Dogs are just awesome.
Since I've gotten pregnant, the couch-potato disease has gotten worse. We haven't walked the dogs much. I seem to have just enough energy to go to work, do some house chores, and eat and sleep. I don't even want to get into how being preggers has affected my intelligence! Let's just say I'm losing IQ points every week, and will be glad when I'm off an important project at work, so my increasing stupidity will have a lower risk of causing major problems, LOL!
Here's hoping that a little boy will get me active again, LOL! And that my intelligence returns once I'm no longer having the kid steal my oxygen from me!
Makes me think that, as the pregnancy progresses, I should break out the scuba gear and occasionally take hits from my scuba tank. I think it's still filled with Nitrox, which is basically air where they up the oxygen and reduce the nitrogen.
I can't wait until our son first learns to ride a bike, to roller-blade or roller-skate. How to surf. When he's 10 or 11, he can take scuba classes. Not sure how old (or tall?) he has to be to ride a roller-coaster! Can't wait for that, either. :)
Can't wait to play with him on the floor with legos, and lincoln logs. And army men. And toy guns, toy knives, and toy swords. And for him to dress up for Halloween. Maybe he'll decide he wants to wear my Vader mask, LOL! I already have a cool red light saber he can borrow if he's careful with it. Else he can play with the cheaper one I own. :)
Can't wait for him to meet the dogs, and the dogs to meet him. :) Boys and dogs go together. Well, so do girls and dogs, in my opinion. :)
And for all our friends to meet him. :)
And of course for my husband and I to meet him. :)
*Sigh.*
And whatever the hell I do, I will NOT make him a fracking momma's boy. Not if I can help it. He will do what I say growing up out of respect, but he WILL have a backbone and will be able to tell me "No" when he's an adult, and "No" when it's appropriate as he's growing into an adult. I will not make him into a pussy-whipped boy. [Heh, that will be his wife's job! :) ]
And he will also respect his Father, as well as his God. I will, God willing, give him what he needs to have a good relationship with me and his Father, with his God, and with the woman he may one day marry. And with his own kids, when he has them. I will do my best to give him "roots and wings". As I know my husband will, too.
Whoa. Apparently I have a very definite opinion of the type of Mom I want to be for him!!! :)
Hmph. I guess I have very definite opinions of what kind of Mom I would have been for a girl. I know I would have told her that she can do anything a boy can do, as long as she's physically capable of the job. That her "weaker sex" only has to limit her as much as she allows it... but that yeah, she's probably not going to become a professional football player! But that's ok... boys have limits too. Viva la differance. :)
That woman have a natural ability to be empathic... that it can be naturally stronger than a man's ability. But just like a woman can pump iron and make herself physically stronger, a man can also work on being a more empathic person.
That men and women often do think differently, but that the two different approaches to life, and to life's problems, can often dovetail such that a man and a woman together can solve more things than a man or a woman alone. That the differences can mean that they are stronger together.
I'd tell her that she can be an Engineer if she wants to be, or a police-woman, or whatever she puts her mind to. But I also wouldn't force her to go after a job that's traditionally a man's job unless she actually wants to do it. I.E., I'd tell her she can do anything, but not try to force her into making a statement by taking an untraditional job when she doesn't want to do that in the first place. If her goal in life is to be a stay-at-home Mom, I would support that too, is what I'm trying to say. If her goal is to be a construction worker, after my initial fear of her falling from a great height while working, I'd take her out to go shopping for a construction hat and boots!!! :)
And yeah, if our son wants to be a male nurse, or a male steward on a plane, I would support that as well. Huh... although I confess I might be a little weirded out by it. Hmph... got to work on my attitude. If women can break stereotypes, men can too.
Guess I'm used to the idea of women breaking the stereotypes, but not men. Wow... I found my double-standard, LOL!!!
If our son chooses or feels driven to be gay, I will still love him. I hope that isn't a road he goes down, though: it's a very difficult road for a man or a woman to take, maybe more so for a man.
Anyway... :)
I have a DVD and I have some pictures from Thursday's doctor's visit, but need to scan the pics in, and need to get the DVD into a format that can be uploaded to youtube. :) Links to follow.
Sorry for he really long diatribe. Can I blame my rambling on being pregnant? :)
I hit 20 weeks on Wednesday. On Thursday, the doctor looked around, measuring the skull and internal organs and an arm and a leg. He checked to ensure the chest (rib cage, etc.) looked good. He made sure I really wanted to know the sex... I assured him I did! That we did. That pretty much everyone in our family and all our friends did, LOL! Well, I didn't mention that, but basically it's true. If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me "so, do you know the sex yet?", I'd be able to buy alot of McDonald's Happy Meals. :)
The doctor fiddled with the wand thingy across my belly, and adjusted the image. And announced, "we've found a third leg!"
I was laughing. I said something like, "Hi there, little one! You're no longer an 'It', you're a 'He'!" :)
He burned the whole session onto a DVD, and also printed out 4 images. On the last image, the, ahem, evidence, was made quite clear. :)
My Mom had 2 daughters from her first marriage. The first didn't survive past 3 days because the doctor who delivered her was unfortunately drunk at the time, and missed that some fecal matter had been aspirated. :( The second... the second is my FULL Sister, no matter that we don't share the same father. Anyone who wants to disagree with me on that is going to get his or her ass kicked. By me, my Mom, my Dad, and my Sister, LOL! My Dad adopted my Sister when my Mom and Dad got married, so it's legal even if he's not my Sister's biological Dad. He's definitely my Sister's spiritual Dad. I swear, they are so alike it's trippy.
Anyway...
My Dad had one daughter from his first marriage.
And I'm the only daughter from Mom and Dad's marriage together.
I was kindof expecting to have girls because of the trend! I knew I would be happy with either. :) People have asked us if we want a boy or a girl, and we have either said "Yes", or "one of them would be nice", LOL!
I also knew, if we had a girl, she was probably going to be influenced to be a major tomboy, LOL! Well, anyway, if I had any say in it. :)
Let's face it: growing up, I did indeed have a few dolls. And barbies. But it was mostly about the lego's and the lincoln logs. And the building blocks, and Fisher-Price little people having adventures. I wasn't big into those pretend tea parties. :P Ick. And I watched Spiderman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Bionic Man, the Incredible Hulk, Superman, etc. Thundaar the Barbarian, Land of the Lost. I was heavy into Star Trek and Star Wars. I watched all the old Japanese Godzilla movies, no matter how badly they were dubbed. And I often watched all the scary Saturday morning/afternoon movies. I guess I was the kind of girl that guys could hang out with and talk cool sci-fi stuff with.
Shoot, I LOVE the Alien and Aliens movies. Alien 3... not so much -- too depressing, and the audio track made it really hard to tell what people were saying. Alien 4 was amusing, if really way too gross at the end. Alien 5: Alien vs. Predator, was fun eye candy, but that's about it.
And yes, I also watch "chick flicks". Shoot, I own "When Harry met Sally", "The Devil Wears Prada", and various other chick flicks. It's just I also own the Star Wars movies, Raiders, Alien, and other sci-fi/adventure movies, LOL!
But don't ask me anything about cars. I understand how the combustion engine works, but you would never want to ask me to fix your vehicle!!! My tomboy-ism kindof fizzles when it comes to mechanical stuff.
However, I don't have issues pumping my own gas, topping off the oil, windshield wiper fluid, or coolant. Shoot, I pulled the battery out of my motorcycle and took it to the shop to get it recharged. [Still trying to sell that thing... I don't want to ride it while preggers, and somehow I can't see strapping a car seat on the back of it!]
And I've changed my windshield wipers. I took a class that taught how to change your car's oil, and how to rotate your tires. But crawling under my car to get the oil filter wasn't on my list of things I like to do, so although I could probably still do it, I prefer if Jiffy Lube does it. I know, I know: I'm a wimp. But although I'm petite, the idea of having a large vehicle standing over me while I'm lying flat on my back trying not to bump my head... it just doesn't appeal to me.
I know how to shoot, and I know how to fish, and how to clean what I catch. And I recently got to bait hooks with live sardines when fishing in the ocean... THAT was fun! Those things are slippery, and it's very funny to see a bunch of people, myself included, bent over chasing their bait around the boat. :)
I can scuba dive, I used to ride my poor neglected motorcycle, I used to surf, I used to ride my bike, I used to rollerblade...
My Dad took me kayak-camping, where you offload the boat and your gear on one side of the lake, pack the gear in the kayak, and paddle to the other side and pitch a tent. He also took me lake kayaking and ocean kayaking when we didn't have time to also go camping. And he taught me how to clean a fish and how to shoot.
I confess alot of my skills were learned later in life: surfing, scuba, and motorcycles came after I was 30. My husband has been a really good influence on me. :)
Heh. I've grown into a couch potato. My husband and I get home from work, and we're wiped out. We get onto the couch, get onto our laptops, and pet the dogs as they come by to get attention. We sometimes horse around with them, playing snarly-bite. :) Getting them all worked up and "snarky". :) Dogs are just awesome.
Since I've gotten pregnant, the couch-potato disease has gotten worse. We haven't walked the dogs much. I seem to have just enough energy to go to work, do some house chores, and eat and sleep. I don't even want to get into how being preggers has affected my intelligence! Let's just say I'm losing IQ points every week, and will be glad when I'm off an important project at work, so my increasing stupidity will have a lower risk of causing major problems, LOL!
Here's hoping that a little boy will get me active again, LOL! And that my intelligence returns once I'm no longer having the kid steal my oxygen from me!
Makes me think that, as the pregnancy progresses, I should break out the scuba gear and occasionally take hits from my scuba tank. I think it's still filled with Nitrox, which is basically air where they up the oxygen and reduce the nitrogen.
I can't wait until our son first learns to ride a bike, to roller-blade or roller-skate. How to surf. When he's 10 or 11, he can take scuba classes. Not sure how old (or tall?) he has to be to ride a roller-coaster! Can't wait for that, either. :)
Can't wait to play with him on the floor with legos, and lincoln logs. And army men. And toy guns, toy knives, and toy swords. And for him to dress up for Halloween. Maybe he'll decide he wants to wear my Vader mask, LOL! I already have a cool red light saber he can borrow if he's careful with it. Else he can play with the cheaper one I own. :)
Can't wait for him to meet the dogs, and the dogs to meet him. :) Boys and dogs go together. Well, so do girls and dogs, in my opinion. :)
And for all our friends to meet him. :)
And of course for my husband and I to meet him. :)
*Sigh.*
And whatever the hell I do, I will NOT make him a fracking momma's boy. Not if I can help it. He will do what I say growing up out of respect, but he WILL have a backbone and will be able to tell me "No" when he's an adult, and "No" when it's appropriate as he's growing into an adult. I will not make him into a pussy-whipped boy. [Heh, that will be his wife's job! :) ]
And he will also respect his Father, as well as his God. I will, God willing, give him what he needs to have a good relationship with me and his Father, with his God, and with the woman he may one day marry. And with his own kids, when he has them. I will do my best to give him "roots and wings". As I know my husband will, too.
Whoa. Apparently I have a very definite opinion of the type of Mom I want to be for him!!! :)
Hmph. I guess I have very definite opinions of what kind of Mom I would have been for a girl. I know I would have told her that she can do anything a boy can do, as long as she's physically capable of the job. That her "weaker sex" only has to limit her as much as she allows it... but that yeah, she's probably not going to become a professional football player! But that's ok... boys have limits too. Viva la differance. :)
That woman have a natural ability to be empathic... that it can be naturally stronger than a man's ability. But just like a woman can pump iron and make herself physically stronger, a man can also work on being a more empathic person.
That men and women often do think differently, but that the two different approaches to life, and to life's problems, can often dovetail such that a man and a woman together can solve more things than a man or a woman alone. That the differences can mean that they are stronger together.
I'd tell her that she can be an Engineer if she wants to be, or a police-woman, or whatever she puts her mind to. But I also wouldn't force her to go after a job that's traditionally a man's job unless she actually wants to do it. I.E., I'd tell her she can do anything, but not try to force her into making a statement by taking an untraditional job when she doesn't want to do that in the first place. If her goal in life is to be a stay-at-home Mom, I would support that too, is what I'm trying to say. If her goal is to be a construction worker, after my initial fear of her falling from a great height while working, I'd take her out to go shopping for a construction hat and boots!!! :)
And yeah, if our son wants to be a male nurse, or a male steward on a plane, I would support that as well. Huh... although I confess I might be a little weirded out by it. Hmph... got to work on my attitude. If women can break stereotypes, men can too.
Guess I'm used to the idea of women breaking the stereotypes, but not men. Wow... I found my double-standard, LOL!!!
If our son chooses or feels driven to be gay, I will still love him. I hope that isn't a road he goes down, though: it's a very difficult road for a man or a woman to take, maybe more so for a man.
Anyway... :)
I have a DVD and I have some pictures from Thursday's doctor's visit, but need to scan the pics in, and need to get the DVD into a format that can be uploaded to youtube. :) Links to follow.
Sorry for he really long diatribe. Can I blame my rambling on being pregnant? :)
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Dogs are weird...
So, why do our dogs both come running into the bedroom, and go lie down in their crates when my husband and I are in there making love?
Is it a pack thing?
Are they happy to see their Alpha male and Alpha female mating, therefore increasing the solidarity of the pack?
Does that mean that they feel even more secure knowing I'm pregnant, i.e., about to have "puppies", and therefore continue the existence of "the pack"?
Can they sense that I'm pregnant?
Hmmmm...
And why do they both go into their crates when one of us goes into the bathroom to take a shower? I admit it's kind of comforting to know they are out there in the bedroom, waiting for me or my husband. Like they are keeping some sort of vigil while we bathe. Perhaps they doubt our sanity, as we are doing an activity so unnatural to them, and so they want to keep watch, make sure they can "rescue" us from the evil shower if something bad happens.
Sort of explains why our male German Shepherd will stick his nose between the shower wall and the shower curtain, as if to say, "Are you REALLY sure you want to be in here doing this? I mean, when you force me to get in here for a bath, you KNOW it's like torture. So, why are you torturing yourself?? Are you feeling well?"
Why do they visit us when we're sitting on the pot in the bathroom? Do they find it disturbing that we pee and poo inside the house, and therefore need to check on us? Is it mostly that they are eager to sniff our butts while we're doing our thing, since they do that to each other when each other is peeing? It would explain why they do sometimes try to sniff our butts while we are sitting there. They do seem a little frustrated that the part of our butt they really want to get to is kept safe by the toilet seat...
Why do they insist on sniffing every corner of the back yard at night, when I'm just trying to get them to pee and poo so we can all go to bed? And then act like they aren't really interested in peeing or pooing, and wander back inside. And then, when we're all settled in the bedroom for the night, stare at us and then at the bedroom door, like they really still need to pee and poo?
And what's with the floor show every night at around 9pm? Like clockwork, they start running back and forth through the house, one chasing the other. When they change direction, they change which dog is chasing which.
People say that watching fish in a fish tank can be very soothing. But they are missing the sheer silliness of 2 huge German Shepherds running back and forth, the entire length of the house, about 10 times until they wear themselves out, stop in the living room, panting, looking at us, as if to say "why aren't you joining us?" We just sit there on the couch, looking at each other and giggling.
Why does our male dog eat poo? And then come into the living room, sit in front of us and pant in our face? Is he trying to share the incredible flavor he experiences?
We feed them both enough dog food. We've tried feeding our male German Shepherd extra dog food, thinking maybe he was extra hungry and was thus eating dog poo to try to increase his diet. We often give them some cooked meat we have leftover from dinner. And in spite of this, our male German Shepherd still has to eat poo! What is it that makes poo taste so good to him???
Why are our dogs so weird?
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Whoa
I'm pregnant.
No, this isn't an April Fools joke. I'm really pregnant. REALLY REALLY. ;)
It's very, very bizarre.
I mean, we were planning on having kids. We were trying. We started trying in January, after I'd been off birth control for long enough. I just wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly.
I was even sure I wasn't pregnant at one point, and had sushi and a couple of hard drinks! The nurse practitioner and my psychiatrist had to talk me down and let me know that the baby was probably totally ok. Lots of people have gone on major benders, then found out they were pregnant, and had perfectly healthy babies. As long as I wasn't an alcoholic, it was all good. And no, I'm not an alcoholic.
It was really funny, because I thought I had a period on March 20th. I was all bummed out. My husband was like, "Well, you're going to have to figure out when you ovulate." Bleah. Didn't want to have to get that technical about it. Just wanted to relax and just get pregnant when I got pregnant.
So, I was feeling really weird 1 week ago. I thought I was having a period, so I didn't think I was pregnant. But the weird feeling wouldn't go away. So on Sunday, March 25th, I peed on one of those test things. I had issues keeping it in the stream -- women can't aim on that sort of thing -- and managed to get it all over the tester, even on the window. So when it came up positive, I figured "I did it wrong". I read the instructions, and it said to hold the tester in the urine stream only 5 seconds. Well, that pushed my OCD button. I grabbed a cup, peed in that, grabbed a stopwatch, and stuck the tester in the cup for exactly 5 seconds. That also came up positive.
Uh-huh. Ok, then.
The tester thing cracks me up. So there's this deep pink stripe, and a lighter pink stripe to the right. The fact that the right stripe was lighter made me wonder if the test was accurate. Then I figured out that the lighter pink stripe on the right is just to let you know that the test is complete. It's ALWAYS going to turn light pink. Period. It's the darker pink stripe you need to be focusing in on.
Monday March 26th, ironically also my Mom's 78th birthday -- I'm the product of a second marriage for both my parents, and I'm having kids late in life myself -- I got a blood test. I got the results back Thursday. Yep. Definitely pregnant.
I was pretty freaked while waiting for the blood test results. No-one told me that having breakthrough bleeding, also known as spotting, is very common in women in their first trimester. I figured I was having a REALLY SLOW LONG MISCARRIAGE, LOL! Or that I was going to have one, soon. But talking to the nurse practitioner on Thursday, and also my psychiatrist, I learned it was actually pretty normal.
I don't know how far along I am. After going off "the pill", my periods have been a little weird. Feb 20th might have been a period, might not. Had some breakthrough bleeding in between that "period" and the "period" I thought I was having on March 20th. So... yeah. ;)
I might be due in late November... I might be due in December.
This is SO freaky.
Somehow, it's all going to work out.
My husband and I told the dogs that they get to be furry babysitters, LOL! :)
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