Of course as soon as Austin leaves things go to hell.
1.)
Mouse under sink on half eaten sticky trap – I can
handle these little guys even though they are gross.
2.)
Pack rat on trap in garage- This I don’t do. He
is size of small squirrel. He looks like he could lean off the trap and bite me
if I tried to get rid of him. He is soooo loud! I can her him squeaking on the
opposite end of the house!
3.)
I got back into the gym (walking) for the first
time and that evening had some slight bleeding… the scary kind. You don’t ever
want to see blood there while pregnant. The night nurse assured me all was well
since I didn’t have any other symptoms and it slowed quickly… sure lady. I will
just stop worrying as soon as someone finds a way to extract the worrywart gene
I possess.
4.)
Both dogs are in a health crisis
Lou had a major ear infection and
is on an oral medication, an ear gel medication and has to have her ears
cleaned out regularly… yeah … try dumping a bunch of water in a dogs ear and
see how well that goes for you.
Roxy had tumors removed and while
Austin was away needed to have her stiches removed. It was AWFUL. We had to
hold her down on her side while the doctor prodded away forever. Then the
stiches didn’t heal as hoped so she had a big gaping wound that requires more
medication… to be rubbed on … with your BARE HAND… EWWW! Because of this she
also had to be given a cone. Her neck is so big she required the biggest cone
they had. It looked like it was made for a T-Rex. I mean this thing is bigger
than our TV satellite… again, awful. The whole way home she kept getting her
head stuck between the front seats. Once home she couldn’t maneuver herself at
all. She kept walking into everything and Roxy doesn’t have a reverse function.
So she would get stuck and just keep bumping her head into whatever she was
stuck on. She got stuck under the table and started knocking all of our chairs
all over the place. She also couldn’t eat
or drink. Her cone wouldn’t let her get close enough to the bowls even when
they were set out separately for her.
Then her cone caught the lip of the water bowl and sent the whole thing
whoosing all over the kitchen drenching the rug…
Enter the first pregnancy
breakdown. Uncontrollable tears. I don’t know if it was lingering fear from the
bleeding or the cone, but once the tears started they weren’t stopping. Mom talked me down and had me just call the
doctor. They always said that if I was having a bad day to feel free to come in
and they would find the baby’s hearbeat for me. (That was an interesting call. The poor scheduler probably had no clue what I was talking about or what the hell a dog cone had to do with me needing an appointment.)
That is definitely a quick way to
turn your day around. Little man’s heart
was strong and he was super wiggly. The nurse had to keep moving to find
him. I think I was needing that more
than anything.
Update Austin is home and all is well in
the Wiechman house again.
