Tragedy Strikes

So my dog Princess, the one that hates me, has been particularly odious to me since I have been pregnant. She smells awful to my sensitive pregnant nose, and she just generally disgusts and revolts me in a way that is quite surprising.

I wanted send her to live with a friend of mine until I have the baby and I regain my emotional self-control. But then tragedy struck.

Phillip accidentally stepped on her paw (because she likes to be in the way and trip people up whenever possible, and she will strategize about how to be in the most inconvenient place possible). She yelped, which she never does even when we do accidentally trip over her or step on a paw. And when he tried to check her out she positively yowled and tried to bite him (a major, unbelievable, incredible, stunning departure of character for this dog, who never EVER bites -she will barely bite her own dog food).

She could not put weight on it and limped, so obviously something was very wrong. We spent 3 hours at the animal hospital (apparently the ER conspiracy to make you waste the maximum amount of time extends to animal hospitals) and found that not only does she have a dislocated hip due to a defective hip socket she also happened to have an infection in her uterus in the very early stages. $500 later we knew we would have to pay for two different surgeries to fix her.

And guess how much that is estimated to cost?  

$2,000.

That is a whole lot of spare change.  More spare change than I have at the moment, considering I still have to pay for my baby to be born at a hospital (yeah, my insurance sucks). So the other option would be to send her to "a farm" to run around grassy fields to play with the other dogs... forever.

Instead, I opted for option #3 which is to post her on Craigslist, explain that she is a great family dog but that she has about $2,000 in medical expenses and see if someone would bite. Within the hour, someone had bitten. Whew!

So we have given her away now, and I think she is in good hands. She went to a family with 5 children, and they are obviously knowledgeable about dogs and care a great deal about pets. I believe his exact words were, "I know it will be $2,000 but she's worth it."

Sure, whatever. Peace out, dog.

Let's take a moment to remember her.

Sigh....The truth is if I actually had the money I would have paid it to make her well. Ivy's meltdown when we told her she was going to a new home was heartbreaking. She kept petting her and sobbing, "I'll never see you again, Princess! Oh, Princess, Princess!" I myself may possibly have wept a little to see my child so upset, though actually I am neither confirming or denying whether or not I did. I am just saying, maybe.

But this is a good family who will pay beaucoup bucks to keep her well, so I think all is well that ends well. I did the right thing. Right?

POP!

My belly has popped out, ALREADY. I was expecting it, of course. Even with my first baby, at my thinnest (granted, my thinnest was still like 20 pounds overweight), the very second I was pregnant, my pants fit too tightly. The second pregnancy had me popping out around the same time.

This time around, it took a little longer, probably because I had a little more muscle tone or because I tried to suck in the gut more diligently or because my clothes is of stretchier fabric. But there comes a point when you just can't suck it in and your clothes hide nothing.


My 3 month pregnant belly looks more like a 6 month pregnant belly. Especially right after I have eaten a meal. I am like a boa constrictor that ate a lamb. Or a small goat. By the time I get into my third trimester it will be like I swallowed a cow. Its true, you can see for yourself.

But I really should not complain too much, the truth is that this pregnancy is already worlds easier than the last one. I just started my second trimester this week, and I already feel much better. This is also a departure from the first two times because back then it took until the end of the 4th month for the horror to subside. This time, I didn't even have the first trimester horror. I'm feeling pretty good about the whole thing.

I wonder if this means I am going to have a boy??

The Pregnancy Progresses

Energy levels are continually dipping... all energy is being consumed by baby.... I have nothing more to say.... except this: I need a nap. And a maid.

I guess I am sending Violet out for groceries today.

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You're On Notice, Chuck Norris

The truth is out. As a dear reader guessed in the comments of my last post, the latest news is that I am indeed pregnant! This explains my patchy posts, as I have been tired out by all that making another human being and stuff. Its the excuse of the century when I neglect my household duties. If my husband complains that he has no clean socks, I fix him with "the look" and tell him, "Today I made our baby's nervous system. What did you do today?" Argument over, I win. And then I tell him I am going to go take a nap and to please watch the girls, make dinner, and throw a load of laundry in because we are all out of clean socks.

Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday and got my second ultrasound of the pregnancy. The baby is just 11 weeks along, measuring 1.5 inches, and guess what. That baby was kicking and karate chopping like you would not believe. So you are officially on notice, Chuck Norris. You will meet your match in about 6 more months.

The baby also rolled around, flipped over several times, and basically just went to town on the kicking. Baby loves to kick. A lot. Which I am thinking is going to be oodles of fun when he or she runs out of room in there. I'll keep you posted.

Even though I have experienced the miracle of creation twice before, it suddenly dawned on me that this tiny little person, less than 2 inches tall, is already its own person. With its own brain, its own personality, and its own soul. And being my child, most likely with its own jumbo-sized attitude. This is my next Ivy or Violet.  Wow.

I love my kids so much, they are so adorable and so fun that I cannot wait to bring their sibling into the world and to get to know this little human being. And to train him or her to be the next martial arts champion of the world.