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Being a Mommy with Pets

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So I’m currently trying to load a picture of my beautiful kitten, ok she isn’t a kitten but she still looks like she could be. She took after her mommy in that she’ll always look young, hehe. Anyways, picture! Yea, so, technology is completely against me! This computer, not loading the picture. It’s been attempting to load for about twenty minutes now. I tried switching to other forms of technology such as the tablet and once the picture was loaded, guess what! I wasn’t allowed to type anything.

Anyways, my cat. I’m worried about when my baby comes that she will feel neglected. To me, she is my first child. She is the best pet I have ever had and is the most loyal friend I know. She has always held my full attention and affection. She appears to be as excited about the baby as I am though. Once I conceived, instead of her cuddling up under my chin when we go to bed she began cuddling up on my belly.

But she is an extremely affectionate cat who needs attention. I’m afraid once the baby is here she may get jealous or sad.Maybe this is just another hormonal, pregnancy thing but I really am worried about her. I don’t want her to feel unloved because that is the farthest thing from the truth. My parents insist she’ll be fine, I’m just not so sure. Although, again, this could be my crazy hormones screaming out their uncertainties.

A part of me seems to feel like she senses the deadline on our unlimited snuggle time though. She fits in time to be near me every chance she gets.

I’m starting to feel crazy now. I’m crying about my cat, ha. Jeez, I hope this picture loads.

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The Daunting Third Trimester: Learn as I Go

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Let us take today as a perfect example. The first trimester all over again but with a bigger belly and a severely limited wardrobe. This week’s homework for Principles of Communication is exceptionally difficult for me: show compassion for yourself and others.

How does one show compassion for themselves when they have been practicing for MONTHS to only think about their bun in the oven? I’ll tell ya how; by sleeping an extra hour and if you can’t then just laying there. If you’re running late, stop, take deep breaths, and tell yourself, “I’ll be there when I get there.” The little stuff or that’s what I do anyways.

The “other’s” part is a bit more difficult for me just because I have no patience. I mean NONE! Especially on a day like today when I wake up super-bitch-cranky. But I think I managed to handle this pretty decently. While at work, since I have a cool and understanding boss, I wore my headphones all day while I did my work. I did not risk unnecessary conversations in case I would be misunderstood or I misunderstood them. That would have just pushed me to the point of no return. Also, anyone that messaged me, I warned them by saying, “Hey, I’d like to talk to you but I’m too cranky right now. I will get back to you after my nap.”

I must say that this approach worked pretty decently up until I made the mistake of trying to write this blog before said nap. Of course once I got in the flow of it and began typing away to my little heart’s content, my computer messes up and closes out of the page containing the blog. Then the big ol’ ugly pregger monster came out, “RAWR, ME SMASH! AHHH!” Luckily I stopped myself before the desperate urge to break something took over and immediately relocated to my bed to lay down and sleep and it was the best sleep I had in days! Unfortunately, my mood was not improved by much due to carpal tunnel. Thank you, pregnancy for this malady I must now suffer on a daily basis with no relief.

Please, fellow readers, if there is anyone else suffering from a similar condition, help! What do you do to relieve the pain? Ice/hot packs do little for the pain, most days it feels like tylenol does even less, and exercises my doctor gave me only intensify the flaring pain that now radiates to my elbow. I have noticed days that follow a particularly active day the pain is worse. Finger’s crossed (painfully, but crossed) that my occupational therapy will do some good. Although, any and all suggestions will be very much appreciated.

Soon-to-be and anticipating mothers, consider yourselves warned. Not that making a baby isn’t a glorious and wonderful thing because it is, it’s just alot of work. Not just sleeping and eating. By the way, you lose sleep towards the end of the pregnancy. Hmm, I think I just solved the mystery of my crankiness. Endless nights of falling asleep after 2am.

Now entering mommyhood.

Flying Monkeys? No, Flying Hormones.

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As the third trimester progresses I find myself working harder than ever, for lack of a better phrase and because i have no patience to find one, to keep my shit together. I have discovered that with the third trimester the tears are fighting their way out again. Unlike the first trimester, however, I have better control over this emotion. THANK YOU, HIGHER POWER! My feelings are more sensitive than they have been though. For example, I have gone south for the weekend to run errands (which sucked btw because twenty minutes into the two hours ride my butt was numb, my bladder was full, and the baby was in THE MOST uncomfortable position EVER!) I go down to the lobby first thing this morning to take full advantage of their continental breakfast and just as I am about to reach for the bagels, this bit– WOMAN totally cuts in front of me, bypasses the tongs and sticks her nasty, dirty fingers in the case and grabs whatever it was she wanted. I, then, proceeded to pour my cereal on her head and kick her in the shins as I screamed, “CROSS ME AGAIN, $@#!%.” and smashed her bagel under under my swollen foot.

That didn’t really happen, it’s true up till the part with the cereal. I just stared daggers at her and hoped she would trip. She didn’t.

That was just the beginning of my morning.

I have been trying to avoid excessive time spent in front of the mirror as I now double in size in a matter of days. Today, as I got ready for my shower it was not so easy to avoid. Needless to say, I am disgusted by my body. More so by my legs and feet than anything else, believe it or not. I can’t reach my legs to shave them, I can’t reach my feet to lather them up with soap. Forget help with either of those, tried and was denied. Icing on the cake was getting a close look in the mirror with words of family member’s playing in my head of how big I am. (Not in a “aw look how big you are” big) “You need to eat less, I wasn’t that big when I was pregnant, you’ve gained weight everywhere not just in your belly, you need to exercise.” Trust me! If I could go out there right now to work out for hours I effing would! It’s hard not to be jealous of other pregnant women at times. Mostly at those who have help from their donor. I try not to be because I don’t know their story/situation, but it’s hard. They have shaven legs and their feet smell like soap while I’m being told I can’t reach my feet cause I’m fat.

I just want hair-free legs and to put soap on my feet, not just let it run down my hairy legs and hope some gets on my feet.