Category: Pets and Pregnancy

Cat or child?

That crying/wheezing noise I just heard?

Although I would have sworn it was the Munchkin and stared at the baby monitor for several seconds in confusion, turns out it was Prometheus on the other end of the couch, twitching as he dreams about mice presenting themselves for his hockey-playing pleasure or something.

That funny scrabbling noise?

Not the cats chasing the latest bug around the kitchen, but the Munchkin bouncing around in his doorframe bouncy thing.  Which I know the name for, but apparently my brain ate it.

Assorted whining?

Oh, that was neither — I should really stop talking to myself…

Thanks for playing!  I hope you did better than I did.  The game was brought to you by the fact that the Munchkin decided to get himself a piece of Prometheus tonight.  We’re going to have to be a lot more vigilant now that he’s decided it’s awesome to grab everything in sight.  Prometheus is extremely patient (aka, lazy), but I know there’s a limit to it, and I’d prefer never to reach it.  At least not until the Munchkin is old enough to understand cause and effect.  >:-D


So this is what Braxton-Hicks contractions feel like.  The ones I had back at Christmas were so faint I couldn’t feel them, but I realized this evening in the car on the way home that the uncomfortable sensation up around my ribs wasn’t the Munchkin’s butt or feet.  It was muscles contracting.

They don’t hurt, but they make it hard to get a deep breath.  I hate feeling out of breath.  Leaves me feeling all suffocate-y.  Blech.  Of course, it doesn’t help when Prometheus then settles his 13-pound self in the vicinity of my chest, thereby further compressing my lungs.  Dear kitty, I need air in order to give you food, so stop trying to kill me!

I think I’m going to have to give in and get my prescription for Zantac filled to relieve this ridiculous heartburn.  I’ve been chewing Tums like they’re going out of style.

Southern Honey plans to finish painting the nursery tomorrow, so I’ll hopefully have more pictures tomorrow night.  I’m also going to stop by Hobby Lobby tomorrow in hopes of finding picture frames for the dragon prints we bought and some wood to make the dragons for the mobile — couldn’t get them cut out of the foam board properly (glad that only cost me $2).

Oh, and am I a dork for changing to a different stroller and car seat because they go with the pack n play?  I mean, it’s going to be cheaper than getting the ones we had previously picked out because they come as a travel system and we have a coupon, but what really caught my eye was the monkeys.  Because I am a dork.  So I guess I answered my own question there.

We recently took step two in the “get the cats used to the concept of not being the masters and commanders of the house” process: shutting them out of the bedroom at night.  (Step one was kicking them out of the Munchkin’s room, which was accomplished months ago.  They still try to sneak in every chance they get, but that’s just what cats do.)

This has thus far worked well every other night.  Night one?  Good.  Night two?  Tesla almost drove me insane and kept me up after about 2 am.  Night three, aka last night?  Good again.  By that pattern, I’m totally screwed out of sleep tonight.

We hadn’t wanted to kick them out, but since we’re planning on having the Munchkin room in with us for the first few weeks, it’s going to be necessary.  Otherwise we’re going to lose the Pack n Play to Prometheus playing in it and Tesla jumping into it from the top of the bookshelf.  Or, worse, they’re going to jump on the Munchkin in the middle of the night one night.  The thought of that really scares me because, even though they’re not huge, they could still really hurt him without meaning to.

Man, I hope tonight breaks the pattern.  I’m getting too bulky and cranky to miss sleep:

I have a built-in table for snacking.

33 weeks and counting

I’ll come right out and admit it: I’m shower-phobic when it comes to having showers thrown for me.  I feel weird to be sitting around being given gifts as an adult in a situation where it’s not a full-out gift exchange like at Christmas.  I didn’t have a bridal shower and was totally okay with that.

In fact, I’ve only actually attended one shower prior to today, and it was my friend’s bridal shower over last summer.  It was fun, but being the center of that much attention makes me feel awkward.

But my friends really wanted to throw a shower for the Munchkin — and I just couldn’t say no.  So this afternoon my two oldest friends, my matron of honor and one of my bridesmaids at our wedding two years ago, and their husbands drove own to host at our house, and our local friends popped out for what turned out to be a really entertaining afternoon.

Things I learned this afternoon:

* Don’t try to drink lemonade from a baby bottle if it’s made with real lemons and not from a packet.  The pulp from the lemon will inevitably clog the nipple of the bottle and you won’t get anywhere (you will also start to wonder how the hell babies ever manage to eat anything until you figure out the source of the problem).
* Puff paint will attract cats like nothing in this world.  They could have been hiding under a bed at the back of the house for the past two hours because random strangers (to them) are in the house, but as soon as you break out the puff paints to do onesies, there they will be, all up in your business, trying to convince you that paw-print onesies are absolutely necessary.
* Giving Southern Honey one of these will result in him putting it on and wandering around the house like a lost puppy.
* The star of the show, aka the Munchkin, will choose this one single day to sleep for hours instead of doing his usual acrobatic routine.  However, promptly after everyone leaves, he’ll start up the high kicks and karate punches again.  It might be stage fright.
* Also, awesome friends are awesome, and your kid will eventually appreciate having his photo passed around before he’s even born.
* Oh, and the titty fairy appears to have made a surprise visit in the last couple of days, and this will really only hit you in the middle of the party while you’re trying to keep your boobs from falling out of your shirt.

In the end, we all had a really good time, and there are some awesomely cute onesies drying in the nursery that I’ll have to get pictures of to post later.  (Oh, and I totally lost the “who can drink out of the bottle fastest?” game due to the aforementioned lemonade issue, but it was still hilarious and fun.)

Now it’s thank you note time.

Clean house

Not only is our house clean, it looks like a *house*.  The windows have curtains.  The guest room looks like you might actually want to sleep in it.  The Munchkin’s room is ready to have an air mattress put down on the floor to be slept on.  There are even clean towels in the bathrooms.

I’m fairly certain I’ve been replaced by a pod person or something.

Bonus points for the fact that the cats are taking being kicked out of the bedroom at night exceptionally well thus far.  They only banged on the door about three times last night, and never for long enough to make me want to throw something.  Hopefully tonight will go as well…

1. Buy a body pillow and put it wherever the cats normally like to encroach on your sleeping space.  This will work for approximately ten minutes, until they realize the pillow, like you, is actually comfortable.

2. Put in new bookshelves that are very high so they have something new to aspire to reaching.  This will work for about an hour, until one of them rolls over and falls the six and a half feet to the floor.

3. Open the window so they can hear the crickets and other free outdoorsy creatures taunting them.  This will work for one night, until they realize it’s October, and therefore it’s freakin FREEZING sitting in the window at four in the morning.

4. Give up and realize that there is no escape.  They will force you to worship them forever.

I’ve had a pretty darned good couple of days.  It seems like starting my mornings early and on the road with some hot chocolate really goes a long way toward staving off the morning sickness.  I’m going to have to figure out how to carry that over into a normal work day.

I also need to find a new breakfast food.  The bagels haven’t been what I’ve wanted the last couple of times I’ve given them a shot.  Not sure what I’m going to turn to, but I guess I’ll figure it out in the morning.

We’re going to the lake this weekend.  I so cannot wait!  One of the couples knows; don’t know if we’re going to tell the others.  We might have to if my morning sickness hits with a vengeance, unfortunately.  So I need to clean out my car to make room for all our stuff, plus any passengers we may end up with (I’d say at least one — I volunteered to drive since I’ll be on call and would hate to make anyone else come back early if I got called in).  It’s something of a mess.

The cats remain attached at my hips at all times.  Prometheus is laying here on the couch with me as I type.  Today it got them locked in the bathroom accidentally.  I thought maybe they had learned their lesson, but Tesla followed me right back in not five minutes after I let him out.  Bless his heart…

All right, I’m off in search of sleep and another good day tomorrow.

Who knows?

The cats know.

Seriously, I swear they know that something’s up.  They’re way cuddlier than normal, even Tesla, and have taken to sleeping at least some portion of the night one on either side of me.  Today Prometheus cuddled up on my lap and arm like you’d arrange a baby.  I was tempted to tell him to enjoy it while he was able, but I’m not sure he would have understood.

They have both been a lot needier over the past two weeks, too.  Following me everywhere around the house, constantly being underfoot.  And if I’m sitting on the couch, one or both of them must be sitting on or next to me.  Currently, Prometheus is lying on my legs.

I’m not sure how they know it, but they definitely know something is up.  Perceptive little boogers.

It will be interesting to see how they deal with all of the changes that will be forthcoming.  We’re going to have to move their food and water, since those are in what is going to be the Munchkin’s room.  And we might have to move the litter box, too, since it is in the bathroom that we’ll be using to bathe the Munchkin.  Not sure where that’s going to go…

What I am going to do is do my best to give them lots of love over the next few months so they don’t feel completely alienated.  What happens after the Munchkin is born?

Maybe the cats know.  But I sure don’t!