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Posted 30 Sep 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, the cats, The Hubs

This is going to be a post of randoms, because I can’t conjure up anything to make a cohesive post. ADD, party of one.

  • My pelvis is going to break in two. This just started being yet another awesome 3rd Trimester feeling on Monday. I can only assume it’s because I chose to take the train for the first time in a few weeks, and since it was 5 o’clock, no one felt the need to get off their lazy ass and offer an 8 months pregnant lady their seat. I then thought it’d be a good idea to stand in the kitchen and make chicken cacciatore. Then my pelvis split in half. And has been ever since. (Not familiar with the pain? You know the horrid pain of a groin pull? It’s that. But ALL THE TIME. Awesome, right?)
  • I got my first prenatal massage over the weekend. It was HEAVENLY. It also went by too quickly. They have this pregnancy pillow that allows the belleh to be cushioned and supported while I get to LAY ON MY STOMACH. It was the best feeling ever. Like, almost enough where I want to go out and buy my own…even if I only use it for 4 more weeks because the sensation of not having any weight on my back was EPIC.
  • The hubs is still on the mend. We spent a good portion of the pre-daylight hours in the ER on Saturday morning since his kidney doc – let’s refer to him as Dr. Douchebag – refused to give him enough paid meds to last the weekend. I have never seen my husband in that amount of pain EVER…and I hope to never see it again. But, the docs and nurses at the hospital (the one I’ll be delivering at) were the bees knees and did everything they could to make him free of pain and determine why he was in so much pain. They’d accomplished in a little over 5 hours more than Dr. Douchebag had done in a week. Anyway – the hubs is slowly getting better and his spirits are better too, which is most important! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my dear!
  • The cat has found his way into the crib. This is something I’m not pleased with, but mostly need to blame myself for. My crowning achievement of assembling the IKEA shelves for the baby’s room has resulted in our jerky cat Boo-boo now having a launching pad into the crib…where before he couldn’t haul his fat ass over the railing. So, I must move the shelves away from the crib, which makes me sad because I LIKE where they are now and don’t WANNA put them on the other wall. I’m considering buying balloons and attempting the “balloon + cat claws = scurred cat” trick to see if that helps.

So that’s your midweek update. :) Enjoy.

Unexpected benefits of losing a kitty.

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Posted 30 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats, The Hubs

Ladies (and gentlemen? There’s gotta be at least one male reader, right?) – I actually slept through the night last night.

Holy crap.

Granted, I did wake up a couple times, but fell right back asleep. The most important part is that I did not get up ONCE – not even to pee. It’s a miracle.

Sadly, I think it can be attributed to the fact that Miles is now in kitty heaven, and not knocking shit down every 2 hours because he’s hungry or bored or just wants to be an ass.

And thus, the story. If you cry easily or just lost a pet or just don’t feel like being depressed, I wouldn’t bother reading the rest of this post. But it feels good to get it out there, so…here it is.

I’ll start by saying the hubs is like, my effing hero. He was so strong for me when I couldn’t be.

When I got home from work, the hubs had Miles outside in the front and I walked up from the train and just lost it. He felt so bad…but it wasn’t even just seeing Miles, I’d been holding it in all day. To make matters worse, Miles was seemingly fine when I got home. I mean, I knew he’d get cruddy again at some point, but he was having a good moment of no snot or sneezing or anything. Then I started having second thoughts and was feeling so guilty for even considering putting him down, but the hubs kept reminding me that he WAS really sick.

We got there and they put us in this “Grieving room” that was like, a nicer, private waiting room. Our vet came in to put a catheter in his arm and reassured me that I was making the right decision. Hearing a medical professional say it made me feel better too. So, she came back with him and discussed what they were going to do, and we decided to have him cremated. Then she said she was just going to do it in that room, and I was like – “I can’t. I can’t be here and watch it. I feel guilty and horrible enough as it is to have just agreed to let you put him down.” The hubs said he would stay because he didn’t want him to die without at least one of us. So, I started saying goodbye to him and was about to leave the room but started bawling so I had to stick around for a few more seconds while I got my shit together. Suddenly Miles had this HUGE fit of sneezing and the worst snot I’ve ever seen come out of his little skull. It made me laugh for some reason, because even though it was horrible, it was EXACTLY what I needed to see in order to be okay with what was about to happen. I tried to wipe his nose, but our vet said she’d take care of it so I could get myself back in line so I could leave and walk through the regular waiting room. Like it mattered, I had myself together when I left the room and as soon as my foot entered the normal waiting area I just lost it. (I had to carry his effing empty carrier out to the car with a bunch of strangers and their pets looking at me – THE WORST.) So I went to the car and hyperventilate-cried for about 8 minutes until the hubs came out and it was over. He was SO upset, but it made me feel better that I wasn’t a freak for being so heartbroken. The hubs said that Miles was pretty chill, they gave him the sedative so he just kind of laid down and went to sleep, and the hubs was telling him we loved him, and then the vet said “he’s gone” and the hubs didn’t even notice that he’d stopped breathing. So…pretty peaceful.

**big sigh**

It’s weird being in a one cat household. Boo is certainly soaking up the attention we’re giving him. We both feel guilty at the same time, like Miles is somehow seeing the attention we’re showering on Boo and getting jealous or something (we were always VERY equal in our attention and love we showed to the boys when they were in the same room).

Each day will get better, but I expect it to suck for a few weeks. I started crying again in the shower this morning…but shower cries are better than the “at my desk” cries I was having on Monday and Tuesday.

I’m really REALLY looking forward to heading to my parents house this weekend. Getting away will help, I think.

Funny you should mention it…

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Posted 14 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Today, Ms Morgan at the818.com touched on a subject that I was contemplating writing about today as well. So, I’ll follow her lead.

It’s no secret that I’m a relatively “skinny” girl. I’ve never been overweight, never felt all that self-conscious in a bikini or tight clothes or dresses, and generally have always had a pretty decent self-image. I’ve also never broken 130 pounds, thanks to an awesome metabolism (that was beginning to fail me as of late). Now that I’m carrying an extra 14 pounds (and weighing more than I ever have), I’m at least happy to say I really am all belly. I still look skinny from the back, and honestly haven’t really gained anywhere else on my body. I’ve been told that I’m a “cute pregnant girl” more than a few times, which I appreciate.

However, in the past few days, I’m really kind of starting to freak about my new body. Don’t get me wrong (standard disclaimer starts now) – I understand I’m gestating a human life and that with carrying an infant comes weight gain and body changes – but dammit, I don’t have to be totally okay with all of it. I’m a clothes horse and get 80 gagillion emails a day about designer clothing sales and look at certain styles and wonder if I’ll ever be able to assume something will look good on me ever again. I have no plans on swapping my skinny jeans for mom jeans come November…but will I ever put on a bikini again? Not to mention the fact that it’s incredibly hard to feel sexy when you have a cantaloupe (soon to be basketball) jabbing out of your abdomen. And I’m only going to get bigger.

The hubs is kind…tells me I’m beautiful and the like. Sometimes I totally believe him. Other times I feel weird and awkward even looking at myself in the mirror.

I guess only time will tell what will ultimately happen to my body. I certainly haven’t been slowing my eating or trying to ignore my ravenous appetite. Just ask Dairy Queen. I think they know me by name. And I know that if I never allow myself into a bikini again, the Ninja will be more than worth it. But, I’m allowed to have moments where I feel like shit about my appearance, right?

And….scene.

I don’t mean for this to be a pity party, nor am I seeking responses like “You’re HOT!” or “You’re a skinny beeetch who has no right to complain about your weight” etc etc. I just needed to vent this somewhere. Of course, comment as you wish.

14 weeks, and a well deserved update.

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Posted 12 May 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, other people are awesome, retail therapy, The Hubs

Photo courtesy of Martini while at Gap Maternity. Note new jeans!!

How far along? 14 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: + 1 overall.
Maternity clothes? I FINALLY bought some full panel jeans yesterday. They are THE THING GREATEST EVER.
Stretch marks? No, but itchy boobs. A sign of stretch marks to come? Maybe.
Sleep: Don’t ask. Sleep has unfortunately been off due to awesome houseguests Martini and Single Grrrl.
Best moment this week: Starting the registry. THAT was interesting. :)
Movement: Again, tons of it, just don’t feel it yet.
Food cravings: All foods sound good for the most part.
Gender: I’m thinking girl now.
Labor Signs: Nada.
Belly Button in or out? Still innie. Still wider.
What I miss: Being able to stay out late.
What I am looking forward to: Adding the big ticket items to the registry.
Weekly Wisdom: Don’t try to tackle your whole registry in one day. You’ll go insane.
Milestones: First EXCELLENT maternity pants. Full panel, full awesomeness.

So, I’ve been noticeably absent from the blogging world since Friday. This is because my BFF Martini and her friend Single Grrrl came for a visit on Saturday from a land where it’s much, much warmer than the MPLS. We went out for dinner every night, did the Walk for the Cure on Mother’s day, went shopping and saw a concert. And every night I was struggling to stay out and awake. :) But we had tons of fun.

Mother’s Day was very nice. I got a cute card from the hubs as well as some pretty flowers, a card from my mom & dad (and they paid for an opal necklace of my late grandmother’s to be rhodium plated and mailed it to me), a card & Pooh photo album from my lovely mother-in-law, a card from my sister-in-law, and a card from my grandma. So many cards and cute gifts! Martini also brought me a baby book, complete with box for keepsakes, that I don’t think was necessarily meant as a mother’s day gift, but it bears mentioning here. :)

The three of us (sans the hubs) started my registry at BRU on Sunday as well. Holy crap. That’s a daunting task. I registered for a bunch of smaller items, but held off on bigger ticket items like the crib, carrier, stroller and whatnot for when the hubs joins me. We’ll probably tackle that this weekend.

Shopping yesterday was v. good. I FINALLY bought myself a pair of maternity jeans (full panel) at the Gap that are SO much more comfy than my jeans+bella band combo. They were even on sale! I also bought a scarf at H&M, a couple shirts (in a little larger than my average size so they can be worn for a while this summer) and a canvas print at Urban Outfitters. I think it’ll match the bedding I’ve decided on.

The print.

The bedding.

Another "first."

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Posted 20 Apr 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Roughly 5 minutes ago, I experienced the beginnings of one of my first unprovoked “hot flashes” of pregnancy. It sounds like they usually come on in the second trimester, but I’m working through one right now. I’ve had a few hot flashes earlier, but most were during exercise or activity. Fun!

I also contacted our insurance and verified that they do cover the first trimester screening, so I called my clinic and began the process of setting one up. I’m already nervous. Typical. I’m sure everything is fine though. It’ll get set up anytime between tomorrow and May 5th (hopefully on a Friday so the hubs can come and see smudge again).

Other than that, the Mr. just called to inform me he just purchased Guitar Hero: Metallica, so I know what we’ll be doing tonight. (That and taking a belly pic!)

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