Unless of course, you are pregnant, than you arent very graceful at all! I have been putting a lot of research into nursery rhymes as one of the shower games for this weekend, and I have been reciting them all. As a kid, I could recite 552 nursery rhymes at a time, and never forget them, and now, I am like, Oh yeah, thats how that goes. I am so retarded!
We have now nicknamed Maverick, BRAT PUPPY. Because he is. He cries if you dont let him do what he wants, he cries if you make him settle down to avoid popping a stitch, he goes all vicious on Bailey, who could eat him like half a sandwhich...the list goes on and on. But hes so cute doing it!
I am trying to decide what date I am going to say enough is enough and stay home from work. This is my first child, not my second, and I am so tired, and it shows some days, and I would love to have time to get the house in order, to get the things done that I want done before I have this child. I need to have a tentative date before my check up on Thursday with the doctor. I am having little anxieties all of a sudden. I took the virtual tour of the hospital and felt panic slowly rising...but I can do this. I am woman! But I am tired. Thats all I can say.
My cats are driving me nuts. Last night is just another example as to why they are about to find themselves somewhere other than my house! I am sitting (okay, sprawled.) on the couch watching the end of Super Nanny. And here comes Haylee Marie tearing down the hall from the baby's room...and she shoots up the leather chair and onto the curtains in one fell swoosh of claws and fur and ends up balanced on the top rod of my valance. Now, my temper flares, because she knows better, the trifling witch, so, I pick up the empty water bottle that I had just finished and I threw it at her. I could not have made a better shot if I had aimed! It goes *DONK* right in her hard head, and she falls and of course, tears down my valance, and my blinds. The destructive little nasty. So, that really pissed me off. See what happens when you lose your temper? You make the situation worse. Jeremy is hysterical laughing at me, and I am chasing after her. She got away, only because she can run faster than I can waddle. The bitch. So, shes been avoiding me since last night. Muff won't leave things alone. One day, its my shoe, the next its socks, the next its panties. There is no telling what I might find out when I open the front door. Its kinda of like a nasty little surprise. Everyday.
Who knows what I will find today...
2 comments:
It sounds like your cat are little terrors! But they are like eveything else that you love....you love them, but they can get on your damn nerves at times.
Maybe you should talk to your doctor about the date that you are going to leave work. The knows what is going on inside you body including the stress that is being put on your hips. I would say two weeks before you are suppose to go into delivery. But that does not take in that you have had your hips broken. In the end you are going to know when enough is enough. But maybe your docotor can help you estimate that date.
Amber...you are so right. I love my cats, but I am so ready to strangle them some days!
I have an appointment tomorrow with the doctor, so we will see what he says, but you are so definitely right...and get ready, I will be needing advice from you and Lorelei!
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