Hello 34 weeks. How long I've been waiting to get to here and how long it still feels until the birth. Sometimes it feels like the time has just been dragging along and then sometimes it feels like it was just last week that I saw those double lines. Isn't it funny how it works like that? Today, I had my 34 week appointment. The doctor said I have NO room in my abdomen for me, to which I replied "I know." I really like my doctor. She doesn't make me feel stupid when I ask questions, and she lets me complain without saying "It gets worse." That phrase by far is the most irritating phrase I think I've ever heard... EVER. I know, it's going to "get worse". I have 6 weeks left and I have a 4 and a half pound (or so) person in my abdomen, taking up the space that I would love to use for my stomach, lungs, intestines, and so on. I love to feel and watch her move around, but I'm ready to eat something and not feel sick when she kicks me in the stomach (yes, she is head down and enjoys squishing my guts and diaphragm with her feet and punching my hips, bladder, cervix, as well as sticking her little elbows into my sides so that I have to press them back in. She's got very sharp, pointy limbs.). I'm ready to sleep on my stomach and/or back again, or not have to take a nap just because I heaved myself off the couch or bent over to pick something up. I'm ready to wear normal clothes (shirts) again, because I only have a few maternity things (I don't need more, I would just like more variety). I miss being able to dress up cute when I go out, instead of putting on my "cute" maternity clothes and then looking in the mirror to think to myself "Wow. That was not what I was hoping for, but I guess it's the best I'm going to get." I'm ready to not bump my stomach into counters or chairs or to feel like I'm shaking the house when I trek to the bathroom to pee at night. I'm ready to NOT HAVE TO PEE EVERY 2 HOURS AT NIGHT!!!!! Also, I'm ready to meet this tiny person. I don't really blame her or anyone for the aches, pains, griefs, or any complaints that I have. They come with the territory and I'm not going to say "She'll make them worth it." because they really aren't that bad. Hey, at least I'm not vomiting all the time, or on bed rest, or have Gestational Diabetes. I'm pretty lucky, actually. Pregnant women should just get to complain occasionally without someone saying "Well, you did this to yourself" or "It gets worse." Also, when you see me DO NOT TELL ME THAT I LOOK TINY. I know you think that. Trust me, for me I am NOT tiny. I am not huge. I don't have to waddle unless my hips and pelvis hurt. I don't have to throw myself off the couch to stand up. But please realize that there really is a not-so tiny person in my uterus and the reason I look so tiny is because SHE IS TAKING UP ALL MY SPACE!!! So, no, I am not tiny. If you tell me that, I will say something rude about you. I am normal, measuring right on track. Just tell me I look great, amazing, fantastic, radiant, (fill in with your own pleasing adjective).
Tomorrow is the last full day with all of the kittens. On Saturday, 3 of the boys are going to live as "shop cats" for a lady that works with Kenny. Her husband is a farmer and they have a workshop. They also have another cat who lives there and will hopefully teach these boys to be great mousers. The 4th boy will go to live with them in a couple weeks. He would be going on Saturday, too, but Tuesday, we went to the vet b/c he was acting strangely, and we discovered that he had fractured a metacarpal in his right front foot. It's really very pitiful to see this poor guy with this giant cast on his leg. He's doing well today, getting around much easier. I actually found him on the top of a couch earlier, and have no idea how he got up there.
So tomorrow I will be having my sad times and that will probably last a couple days (thank you pregnancy hormones for heightening my emotions... mainly when I'm sad or angry) and then I'll be alright. I will very much miss these things though:
So I have to keep Jackson (the boy with the sad leg) for another couple weeks, as well as keeping his mom that long too. She developed anemia and pancreantitis and has been on medications since last week, as well as special food. One of the meds made her pee smell very pungently fruity. It was bizarre, but not awful because it's better than regular cat pee. But that has been fading out, now. She got a vitamin shot yesterday and the vet is impressed with her progress (although she refuses to stop nursing, which is what set off the whole problem to begin with b/c she has 5 10 week old kittens who do NOT need to be nursing) and she gets another shot next week and then the week after she can probably go to her new home. The little girl kitten, Saylor, will be moving to Idaho at Christmas to be with her new family. I will be glad when I don't have 9 cats in my house. It's been a great joy to watch them grow up, learn, develop personalities, and socialize them, but it's also been stressful. My house will be grateful when there are not 5 kittens tearing around it, climbing up curtains, scattering litter across the floors, chewing up boxes, and knocking nearly everything off the tables. If anyone wants one of the boys who is going to be a farm cat, please let me know before Saturday and I will keep him for you. I'm going down to Hattiesburg next week, so those people are NOT excluded. The girl doesn't care if we give her all 4 or none at all. She just wants them to help reduce the rodent population.
