Sunday, March 29, 2009

Happy Trails

Even though I have to confess to feeling a little melancholy yesterday, today's goodbye was much easier than I anticipated. We even managed to tell Ben without him getting too upset. Part of why this is so much easier than it could have been was that we know they are going to, that cliché of clichés, "a good home".

I'm not sure how we managed it actually. I didn't think anyone would want even one of our cats, but we found someone willing to take all three. Yes, even cancer cat. Of course, Fizz is much to sick to send to a new owner. (Her tumor is growing at an alarming rate, and is getting pretty gross actually.) But today Phoebe and Tubby went off to their new home on a ranch with their owner who sounds pretty excited about her new pets.

Ben likes the idea of his favorite cat Phoebe living on a "farm" with moo moos. He patted her goodbye and waved her off quite happily. What a relief. Sam thinks the cats are going to live at Dairy Queen, since that's where Glen is meeting Nichole, the new owner. All in all, a much less traumatic goodbye than if we'd had to just drop them off at the SPCA. Yay for Kijiji!

In other news, Fizz is still alive. We were supposed to have her put to sleep on Friday, but I wussed out and moved it to this Wednesday. I just wasn't ready on Friday. I'm not sure what makes me think I'll be ready on Wednesday, but... I think I will be. For now, I'm off to watch Bolt with the boys. It's how I'm bribing them to stay at home with me instead of going to the farm with the cats. (Or in Sam's case, instead of going to Dairy Queen.)

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Nearly There

There you go. A picture of me pregnant. I wish I'd pulled my pants up a little higher so the bum doesn't look so saggy, but you're probably interested in my stomach and not so much my bum, so I'm not taking another picture. (This picture also makes me wish, just a little, that I'd paid more and bought pants that actually fit, but I cheaped out and bought the ones that were on sale even though they are a size or two too big.)

In other pregnant news, the last few days have been pretty full of Braxton Hicks contractions, which makes it difficult for me to want to do any unpacking or cleaning. At some point I'm going to have to stop laying around on the couch and actually get some work done. Braxton Hicks freak me out a little since I am VERY paranoid about going into labor before the c-section day (April 7). If I do go into labor early my chances of being conscious for the delivery are pretty low and I would like to be conscious. It's depressing to know that your baby's first cries were heard by a roomful of people that really don't care, and it's depressing to miss the first minutes of your child's life. (Like I did with Ben.) So pray I don't go into labor.

Yesterday I went through all of the boys' old baby clothes to pick which of their things I could use for Hannah. At the bottom of one of the bins was my secret stash of girl clothes that I've been buying for years and hiding from Glen. Only so he wouldn't give my that look that said I was setting myself up for disappointment, not because I was trying to hide how much I was spending. I just couldn't resist buying some of it, even with the thought in the back of my mind of how much it would hurt to have to get rid of it if I never had a girl.

And oh! Unpacking it was fun. It was almost like giving myself a mini baby shower since I had forgotten about most of the things I'd stashed. And of course, I was very pleased with how well I knew myself and what I like. I didn't even have to pretend to think any of it was cute while thinking inside, "Yoiks. I won't be putting
that on Hannah! This thing's going straight back to the store." And no shower games. And afterwards I had a Twinkie. All in all a perfect shower. Except of course, that none of you were there.

(Ow! Braxton Hicks again. Jeez that hurts. It reminds me of why I was totally traumatized by Ben's labor. How
DO you people do that over and over again? I better not go into labor... No labor... No labor... No labor.)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Poor Fizzbit

Get this: Fizz, our cat, has breast cancer. Sigh. Yes, go ahead and laugh with disbelief or whatever. That's what I did when I found out.

Our vet told us that 90 to 95 percent of tumors in cats are benign and that with surgery she'd probably be fine. Our vet is either dumb or a liar, since any of the web sites I looked at stressed that over 85 percent of tumors in cats are malignant and that a poor prognosis is almost always given to owners with cats that have ulcerated tumors the size of the tumor Fizz has. Actually, one site listed a prognosis of only two or three months.

I'm sad. And mad. Fizz is the only cat I still like, and it upsets me that our vet didn't give us the right information to make an informed and compassionate decision. Here we've been agonizing over whether to pay for the very expensive surgery that our vet was pushing on us as almost a sure thing, and in all likelihood the poor cat is very sick and only going to get much sicker... Surgery or no surgery. The sad thing is I would have trusted the vet and possibly gone through with the useless (and did I mention very expensive?) treatment. I wouldn't have even looked up information on her condition but for something that happened yesterday. Yesterday Glen found a gob of blood and saliva on our carpet, which probably got coughed up by poor Fizzy, and likely means that the cancer has metastasized to her lungs.

Anyways... We've decided to have her put to sleep on Friday. I know I complain about the cats all the time, and I haven't loved them the way I used to since we started having kids, but it's still upsetting. Both Glen and I are depressed. So, sigh. That's what's going on here right now. If you're interested. I know I'll feel better once it's all over, but right now I'm having a hard time putting things into perspective. She is just a cat, after all, but I can't help thinking about how happy she used to make me before we had kids, and back when she was my best friend.

I'm going to go watch some TV and eat some chocolate (that'll absolutely give me heartburn, but it will be worth it) to try to cheer myself up.

Friday, March 20, 2009

The Sound of Silence

The thing (as any parent knows) about preschoolers, is this: As enticing as silence is, as tempting as it is to just enjoy the peace and quiet, silence is bad. I was just thinking to myself, "It sure is quiet up there, I should go and see what those two are up to..." when floating down the stairs I hear Ben's voice, "Sammy did a bad job!" Sigh.

This is the sight that met my eyes:

Actually, the sight that met my eyes was slightly different. Before I got the camera I grabbed something out of Sam's hand which he casually replaced with the toy you see him holding in the photo. What did he have in his hand originally? And why would an almost three-year-old need to tie his older brother to a doorknob with electrical tape? A marker. And so he can be free to do this unobserved and unhindered:
I just painted that closet. You can't see it very clearly, but he did all three walls. And a few scribbles on the green paint too. Of course, since the paint is still fairly fresh, scrubbing the (permanent) marker off scrubs the paint off too. Sigh. Yes, silence is never a good sound, especially when Sam's involved.

(I had to get scissors to untie Ben. You can't see it very well in the picture, but Sam must have gone six or seven times around his waist. I'm considering using the same technique on the little terror so that I can repaint the closet and bottom half of the bedroom without worrying about what "bad job" he'll do next.)

Monday, March 16, 2009


I went to see my obstetrician today. Apparently, when he told me that the c-section would be happening on April 1st he was... I don't know... An alien who had taken over Dr. Spies body? Stoned? Joking? Today he told me he's booked the c-section for April 7th.

I. Am. So. Relieved.

Three weeks to go till baby is here. Not two. On one hand, I really want this baby to be here. Ben is driving me nuts asking when she's coming, I am (like any pregnant woman in her last month of pregnancy) SO done with being fat and non-bendy, and I just really want this baby to be here. On the other hand, I am NOT ready to have a newborn in the house. We still haven't moved, which means everything is everywhere and seriously... I don't have enough energy to work ten hours a day on packing and unpacking. Now I can take it slow(er). (And maybe paint the kitchen before we move in?) (Don't tell Glen I said that.)

Now I have plenty of time to get myself ready for Hannah. And her birthday will be April 7th, which just sounds so nice. What a nice day to be born, lucky girl. Lucky mommy. (Happy mommy. And much more relaxed mommy. I was starting to stress a little, I have to tell you.) PLUS if her birthday is April 7th that means she will be born on Tuesday, I'll spend one day extra in the hospital (because they'll make me) and then be home on Thursday. Glen gets that Tuesday off, plus the day I come home (Thursday), and then it's Good Friday and he has a whole week off. Could that be more perfect? I don't think so. I'm very pleased. AND no April Fool's Day baby showing up and playing a trick on me by turning out to be a boy. (That was my not-so-secret illogical fear.)

Anyways. I thought you'd all like to know. Mark your calendars!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

True Love

I could tell you all about how our renovations are going and how I still haven't managed to pack anything even though we were supposed to move yesterday, but I'm sick of thinking about it all so I'm pretty sure you're sick about hearing about it all. Let's talk about my new camera instead.

I love it. Looooooooove it. First of all it's fast. Holy smackerals is it ever fast. I can take pictures (without a flash) as fast as my fingers can push down the button. I feel like a fashion photographer. I think the boys may be starting to get tired of me telling them to work it. I can't help myself though. "Now give me dangerous Sammy! You're a tiger! Work it! Work it!" Click, click, click, click, click click click. Sigh. I just got all goose bumpy talking about how fast that thing is.

You know what else I love?
It takes the prettiest pictures. Clear and sharp and the light! Oh, the light! I haven't been able to take pictures like this since I had my last film camera. I'm just so blissfully happy. When I loaded up that picture of Sam onto our computer I literally burst into tears. I will concede that I am pregnant and ever-so-slightly over-emotional, but even if I wasn't I know this camera would take me to a place that only Taco Bell and Starbucks have taken me before.

Here is the picture of Sammy biggified if you're interested in seeing just how clear and beautiful things are looking over here. (I don't like to put photos on here full-sized. They make it take forever for the blog to load up.)

And the last thing I love about it? (Well, not really the last thing... I could go on and on really.) It wasn't even that expensive since I bought it used from a dear friend whose dear husband is only a phone call away if I need help with it. Could I BE any happier? Probably only a little... Once Hannah gets here and I can dress her up in her Easter outfit and take a hundred clear and beautiful pictures of her.

I do find it a little distracting though... I really should be putting in new drawer liners or painting clouds in Ben and Sam's room. (OR I could take pictures of the drawers and unfinished clouds. What to choose, what to choose...)

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Free Sub

ELAINE: (To waitress) Oh, nothing for me. (Waitress leaves) I'm going to "Atomic Sub" later.

JERRY: "Atomic Sub"? Why are you eating there?

ELAINE: I got a card, and they stamp it every time I buy a sub. 24 stamps, and I become a submarine (makes a gesture) captain.

JERRY: What does that mean?

ELAINE: (Embarrassed) Free sub.


ELAINE: Oh, I can't believe it! I've lost my "Atomic Sub" card!.. Oh no! I bet I wrote that fake number on the back of it when I gave it to denim vest!


ELAINE: I've eaten 23 bad subs, I just need 1 more! It's like a long, bad movie, but you want to see the end of it!

JERRY: No, you walk out.

ELAINE: Alright, then, it's like a boring book, but you gotta finish it.

JERRY: No, you wait for the movie!

ELAINE: (Irritated, and through clinched teeth) I want that free sub.

Guess what I watched on TV last night? No... Not the Seinfeld episode "The Strike". Good guess though. I would have been better off. No... I wasted yet another hour of my precious time watching The Bachelor. I've been watching it this season since the first episode. I want to stop, but I can't. Usually I don't watch the first episode and I'm fine. I don't feel the slightest need to tune in week after week. I hate that show. It's dumb. This season I watched every stupid episode. Why?

Free Sub. That's why.