Archive for February, 2009

Finally, a break(down).

Posted 24 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category the cats

Last night, all my lack of sleep and worries about our sick little kitty came to a head, and I got a good, long cry taken care of. He was so ill last night, could barely breathe and obviously in extreme discomfort. I felt so useless and was at the end of my rope. I emailed his vet (who might I add, is the nicest, best vet on the planet) and she got back to me within a half an hour. After a couple hours, we had a plan in place to bring him in this morning and flush his nose again so that he can breathe at least for the next few weeks. I was a wreck trying to figure out how I could enjoy our vacation with him being so ill. THANK GOD for Dr. Cordner.

So, as we speak, Mr. Miles the cat is at the U Vet Hospital, hopefully recuperating after his little procedure. I hope he’s a new man when I get him back this afternoon.

The husband was nothing but sweet and supportive of me during my complete emotional breakdown. We had a rough conversation about “the end” and what that means, and as much as it hurts, we know what (and when) to do (it). I love him like he’s my child, but I cannot sit back and watch him suffer as much as he has in the past 72 hours. At any rate, when Miles would start to have serious problems breathing or have a sneezing fit, the hubs got up with him so that I could sleep. That gesture alone made me fall in love with him all over again.

In uterus news, lots of pinching/searing feelings in my tummy & abdomen. And still dizzy. I cannot wait until AF comes and I can be a crazy person with imaginary 2ww symptoms, just like everyone else.

7dpo

sleep = lame.

Posted 23 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats

Another night of mild insomnia. Aside from a few mini catnaps, I really only slept from 3-6:15. I’m assuming this is all in relation to worrying about my sick cat, but it’s getting ridiculous.

How bout a real post?

Posted 22 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

My plan of not telling anyone we’re TTC has officially failed.  And I hate myself for it.

To be fair to myself,  I only told my two best girlfriends. And a friend who just had a baby 3 months ago. I told all of them to keep it to themselves and if they ask me “are you pregnant yet?” that I would swiftly roundhouse kick them into the closest wall.
I finally see how much the 2ww sucks. I mean, I understood to a point…but the overanalyzing every little twinge and worrying and anxiety? That I wasn’t prepared for. In my head I’ve turned into one of the newbs I hate…”omg – my pee smells funny, could I be pregnant? Oooo, now my throat’s sore!” Yuck.
Anyway, FF is saying my “test date” is March 8th. There’s NO WAY I could wait that long. AF should be here Thursday or Friday of this week. I plan on testing Thursday morning, before we leave for the airport for Mexico. I also plan on shoving 2,397 tampons and tests into my suitcase. I don’t want to be under-prepared for either outcome.

What have I…what have I…what have I done to deserve this?

Posted 20 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

I’m fried. Second night in a row with some sort of insomnia/anxiety attack. Wednesday night I averaged about 4-5 hours of sleep. Last night? Three. Three measly goddamn hours of sleep. How am I supposed to function today? I have to work, and I have a lot of things to get done. I can’t go in late or not at all since I’m already falling short of the 40 hours of PTO I need for Mexico next week.

When I get home from work tonight…I’m getting straight into my pajamas and back into bed. I don’t even care if I eat dinner. (Well, I might care then. WHATEVER.)
I’m going to be such a bitch today. This day might need to be recorded for investigative purposes later on…

A survey about "US"…

Posted 18 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, The Hubs

…lifted from Dooce. Enjoy. And then you do it. You know you want to.

What are your middle names?
Mine is Marie, his is Luke. I think mine is after my great grandmother. I’ll just assume his is after some book I haven’t read called “The Bible.”

How long have you been together?
We’ve been together for 6 years, married for a year and a half.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Not very. I met him at Liquor Lyles (dive bar extraordinarie), and a few weeks and phone calls later, we were dating.

Who asked whom out?
I think he asked me for my phone number. And I obliged. Both things are a miracle of modern science considering how effing drunk we both were. (Example: I had no problem flashing my ass crack and he had no problem staring without blinking.)

How old are each of you?
He’s 33, I’m 28. As far as maturity goes, we’re even-steven I win for most mature.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
This is a no-brainer. His. I have none, so they’re quite difficult to “see.”

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Honestly? This is so sad. The only thing we ever raise our voices about are the damn cats. Miles is almost always sick, and we’re always taking one of them to the vet, and they cost us lots and lots of money. So we fight about it, on occasion. I’m hoping if kids ever enter the picture, they’ll be in much better health. And if not, at least we have good insurance.

Did you go to the same school?
Nope. Never. Unless the “School of Hard Knocks” counts…but come to think of it, I didn’t go there either.

Are you from the same home town?
No. The hubs was raised here in good ole’ Minneapolis. I was born in Boulder, Colorado and raised in Fond du Lac, WI. (Good thing they moved. I would have probably ended up a hippy had they stayed in Boulder. I don’t care for hippies all that much.)

Who is smarter?
This might make me sound like a douche, but I think I am. We always joke that “I’m the brains, he’s the brawn.” He’d admit the same. I’m a nerd. Being smart comes with the territory.

Who is the most sensitive?
I cry easier. Does that make me most sensitive?

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
I bet if you checked our bank statements – Don Pablo’s would come out on top. Yes…a Mexican food chain. Don’t ask why, because I don’t have an answer.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Costa Rica.

Who has the craziest exes?
Hmmm. Craziest? I don’t think either of us has crazy exes. We certainly tend to run into his much more than mine. I’ll say this about his (and I think he’d say the same about mine) – I don’t know how he ever even dated his exes. And…done.

Who has the worst temper?
The husband once bruised the top of his foot by kicking a coffee table across the room after discovering cat pee in our finished basement, long after we assumed that chapter of our lives was closed. I have a tendency to want to kick and punch things, but I don’t. So…he wins.

Who does the cooking?
Yours truly. The hubs has the privilege of doing most of the grilling, pizza preparing/heating and any grilled ham & cheese sandwiches that might need to be made. I’m the “meal maker,” however. DISCLAIMER: Just because I “make meals” does not equate to those meals being “delicious” or “edible.” A for effort, that’s my mindset.

Who is the neat-freak?
I’ve been known to have an episode about the silverware being in the incorrect compartments in the drawer. And there’s only one other person in the house that could have put it there. Is that enough of an answer?

Who is more stubborn?
The hubs is MUCH more stubborn than me. He gets that from his dad. He might think I’m stubborn, but I’m not. I’M JUST RIGHT.

Who hogs the bed?
Honestly, neither of us is a bed hogger. I really don’t move all that much in my sleep. He doesn’t either. The REAL bed hogs are the cats. I’m worse than he is, but you can lay in any position AS LONG AS YOU DON’T DISTURB THE CATS. Although, most days I’m quite sure they could sleep through an earthquake.

Who wakes up earlier?
Yours truly again. I’m a morning person for sure. He would sleep all day if it was socially acceptable. On occasion I’ll sleep in too, but I have to be pretty damn tired to do so.

Where was your first date?
Rudolph’s Bar-b-que. I think. Right? Yeah….I think I’m right.

Who is more jealous?
I think the hubs gets this one. I’ll talk it up like I’ll cut a bitch, but he might actually do it (if he’s got enough liquid courage in his belly).

How long did it take to get serious?
Uhm…after dating like, 3 months we got a place together. So…pretty much record speed.

Who eats more?
Him. If we compared on a pizza slice consumed basis – he’s about 5 to my 2 or 3.

Who does the laundry?
I do. Somehow, he knows how to read, but is unable to decipher clothing tags with laundering instructions. I’ve had too many shrunken $70 shirts and misshapen bras to allow him to do it unattended. He’ll “help out” sometimes, but I usually have to double check to be sure no clothing is being murdered.

Who’s better with the computer?
That’d be me again. Nerd. “Computer Nerd.” Ain’t no shame in it.

Who drives when you are together?
Most of the time, me. The hubs has a short temper with shitty drivers. And I enjoy driving. Sometimes I make him drive, just because every once in a while I need to see what our neighborhood actually looks like for longer than 1 second glances.