Hey guys, sorry it’s been a hot minute, I’ve been busy…
Dealing with poop.
It’s fast becoming the “theme” of this blog, eh?
Well, first there’s the cat. I scoop his box–yes I know one must be careful in pregnancy but there’s no one else to do it while Mr. MLACS is gone and I take the precaution of wearing disposable gloves.
Then there’s this puppy…we currently live in an apartment so every time he poops (which is several times a day) I have to pick it up in a lavender-scented poop bag and toss it in the dumpster. And today, I had to pick it up off my area rug–I was not a happy camper as we had just been outside 10 minutes before & he had ample opportunity. Grrrr…
Then there’s my poop. Yep, “it” happened again. Twice. And I had to fix “it” with my trusty non-latex disposable gloves. %#$@!
While Mr. MLACS was home he was great–I was feeling quite sick (nauseous) despite the Zofran and he picked up all the slack–did dishes, got up with puppy in the night, did laundry, went to pick up food, etc. Now he’s gone back to work and I am struggling, feeling like a slave to the dog, the cat, and my own body/baby. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE THESE GUYS. They and Mr. MLACS are my everything. But damn, I feel like all I do is sleep, eat, pick up poo and entertain/care for the animals. Uh…because that IS literally all I do.
Puppy (Koa) is doing well. He’s nearly 17lbs now at 9 weeks old! He’s gonna be huge. So he MUST be trained or he will be totally unmanageable (like, dragging me behind him on the leash). So we had 2 private training lessons and our first “puppy class” this past week. It’s been intense. Koa responds to commands like a pro *in class* but he’s not as good at home. He is a terrible “leash puller” and that’s something I’ve got to fix but it’s hard, given that *anytime* he goes outside he is on a leash–even for playtime with neighbor dogs. We both hate it–he is pulling & getting tangled while I am resisting and frantically trying to avoid getting tangled in the leash. Koa needs to RUN. But the trainer was wary of taking him to the dog park before 12 weeks, citing that if he were to have a bad experience with another dog before 12 weeks old, then Koa would be scarred for life. I’m nervous about other dogs–very protective of my puppy. But…he is frustrated (with lack of mobility) and so am I, so we may end up at the dog park this weekend–but only in the small dog area.
Also, our lease is up mid-October so I’m currently looking for a house with a yard. We are still planning to rent because we don’t know where Mr. MLACS will be working a year or two from now.
So, I’m 12w5d today, and I’ve started showing and telling some people about the pregnancy. The neighbor lady whose dog plays with Koa. My book club (they were so sweet & happy for me–they knew we were having a hard time). My Mom’s best friend. It’s odd, I haven’t told my father. We haven’t spoken since March. My MIL (who herself has a son that won’t speak to her) is irritated with me about not telling him, but I don’t want to talk to him and I don’t want to give him *yet another* opportunity to upset me. I don’t really care if he finds out from someone else eventually–but it had better not be from my MIL. Yes, I’ve started going to therapy–that’s another post though.
In other non-drama-related news, I bought a pair of maternity jeans from Motherhood! Dark wash-straight leg-secret belly fit. They are cute! And I wear a medium in Motherhood pants (which probably just means everybody else wears an extra small but whatevs). I also got a bunch of tops on sale at Target, and none are maternity. I got regular tunic-length t-shirts (I’m tall so they just look like a long t-shirt on me), some long tank tops, and a flowy plus-sized tunic top.
Other things that happened: I’ve had sinus problems, including a headache that lasted 3 days until I finally took a benadryl. That was fun. And a pulled back muscle on my lower left side that made bending over, sitting…everything…excruciating–it’s still sore/stiff but I found an epsom salt bath + tylenol + tiger balm helped a lot. Oh! And yeast problems! The Crinone and I don’t get along. I’ve been taking a probiotic called “Femdopholous” and high protein/low sugar yogurt.
And…I quit the Crinone! As nervous as I’ve been about stopping progesterone, I just felt it was time. Dr. Angel was out of town so I just tried it for a couple days, then got my progesterone drawn Tuesday…but even though I called 3x I have not gotten the results! Now there’s really no point to have drawn the progesterone and I’m irritated that I’ll have to pay for it. This is unusual from Dr. Angel’s office. The other thing is that I was *supposed* to have the Panorama blood test done at my 9 week visit, but it wasn’t ordered–I gave several vials of blood but it was for the OB panel. I was expecting the results by now! So I had to go in again and have that drawn this week, and won’t get results for a couple more weeks. *pout pout*
Ok that’s enough for one blog post! Gonna go eat some peanut butter toast & try not to puke! As my dog chews on my wooden table leg…*smh*…there’s like 10 toys nearby…whyyyyyy?!