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This will be funny someday.

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Posted 17 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category house stuffs, not so much, the cats, The Hubs

Scene: Saturday morning. My basement. Recently refinished with new flooring, and remodeled bathroom.

Players: Myself, and my friend who’s been helping me for the past few weeks with said bathroom.

He hasn’t been over since the floors were finished and I’ve painted the bathroom. Today we are just wrapping things up – putting the toilet back and installing the sink and vanity. Needless to say, I’m SO EXCITED to show him how good it looks.

Me: OMG! Doesn’t it look awesome! Now, come look at the bathroom. It looks so good, doesn’t it?!

Him: Uh…is that supposed to be there? (maybe not what he said because OMG I can’t remember specifics at this point)

Me: What?

He points to the floor behind me, underneath the laundry sink.

I look down, and see this:

Thats not a mouse.

A FUCKING RAT.

IN MY BASEMENT.

RIGHT NEXT TO ME.

Okay, I don’t care that it’s dead WHATHEMUTHEREFFINGHELL is a RAT DOING IN MY HOUSE?! !?

At this point, I’m like, hyperventilating, jumping all over the place and trying to form complete sentences but HOW CAN I WITH A RAT RIGHT THERE. My friend is just laughing and also being slightly grossed out and simply cracking up because I was all “Look at my beautiful basement!” totally oblivious to the dead animal with a 12 inch tail inches from my feet.

Once I gained enough composure to start breathing, I thought long and hard about how we could have gotten an animal THAT SIZE in our house, and how I didn’t notice. Then I remembered the gaping hole in the floor where the toilet usually sits. We had stuffed paper towels in it 3 weeks before so the sewer fumes wouldn’t stink the house up. I looked in the bathroom – paper towel is no longer in the hole. This thing swam through the sewer (vomitvomitbarfGROSS) and somehow ended up in my basement.

Wait. I should pause this story to add the following sad sidenote: We had to put our cat Boo-boo down on Friday. He had come down with the same disease that was our cat Miles’ ultimate demise. He was getting really sick and we just needed to take care of it before it got out of hand. It was super sad, and we were lucky enough that the sister-in-law was able to be with him when he was put down. (I was at work, and the hubs couldn’t bear to do it – he did it with Miles and couldn’t do it again.) We’ll miss you Bubs. :(

It dawned on the hubs and I that more than likely, before Boo went to the scratching post in the sky, that he must have killed this rat. I shit you not when I say this rat was half the size of Boo. Like, no effing joke. And Boo killed it. Even as sick as he was, he was still defending his territory.

I told my dad about what happened. His response? Good luck getting your mother over to your house again.

Odds and ends.

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Posted 30 Sep 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, the cats, The Hubs

This is going to be a post of randoms, because I can’t conjure up anything to make a cohesive post. ADD, party of one.

  • My pelvis is going to break in two. This just started being yet another awesome 3rd Trimester feeling on Monday. I can only assume it’s because I chose to take the train for the first time in a few weeks, and since it was 5 o’clock, no one felt the need to get off their lazy ass and offer an 8 months pregnant lady their seat. I then thought it’d be a good idea to stand in the kitchen and make chicken cacciatore. Then my pelvis split in half. And has been ever since. (Not familiar with the pain? You know the horrid pain of a groin pull? It’s that. But ALL THE TIME. Awesome, right?)
  • I got my first prenatal massage over the weekend. It was HEAVENLY. It also went by too quickly. They have this pregnancy pillow that allows the belleh to be cushioned and supported while I get to LAY ON MY STOMACH. It was the best feeling ever. Like, almost enough where I want to go out and buy my own…even if I only use it for 4 more weeks because the sensation of not having any weight on my back was EPIC.
  • The hubs is still on the mend. We spent a good portion of the pre-daylight hours in the ER on Saturday morning since his kidney doc – let’s refer to him as Dr. Douchebag – refused to give him enough paid meds to last the weekend. I have never seen my husband in that amount of pain EVER…and I hope to never see it again. But, the docs and nurses at the hospital (the one I’ll be delivering at) were the bees knees and did everything they could to make him free of pain and determine why he was in so much pain. They’d accomplished in a little over 5 hours more than Dr. Douchebag had done in a week. Anyway – the hubs is slowly getting better and his spirits are better too, which is most important! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my dear!
  • The cat has found his way into the crib. This is something I’m not pleased with, but mostly need to blame myself for. My crowning achievement of assembling the IKEA shelves for the baby’s room has resulted in our jerky cat Boo-boo now having a launching pad into the crib…where before he couldn’t haul his fat ass over the railing. So, I must move the shelves away from the crib, which makes me sad because I LIKE where they are now and don’t WANNA put them on the other wall. I’m considering buying balloons and attempting the “balloon + cat claws = scurred cat” trick to see if that helps.

So that’s your midweek update. :) Enjoy.

27 weeks.

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Posted 11 Aug 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, paparazzi, the cats

How far along? 27 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: Still about + 20 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Werd.
Stretch marks? Thigh stretchies have increased. :(
Sleep: Not bad, but arms are falling asleep while I’m sleeping.
Best moment this week: PAINTING THE NURSERY! And getting the furniture – FINALLY.
Movement: Yes. Cervix kicks in the house. SO painful. I had no idea how much it could hurt.
Food cravings: Rainer Cherries.
Gender: Still thinking girl. (Although the room looks more boyish…)
Labor Signs: Lots o’ Braxton Hicks, probably forever.
Belly Button in or out? Barely innie.
What I miss: REAL wine. Three glasses of the fake stuff just didn’t cut it last night.
What I am looking forward to: Putting the crib together.
Weekly Wisdom: It takes much longer to paint a room thank one might think.
Milestones: Nursery is coming together!

*this week’s belly shot features our lone cat Boo-boo, nervously cleaning himself as usual.

Unexpected benefits of losing a kitty.

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Posted 30 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats, The Hubs

Ladies (and gentlemen? There’s gotta be at least one male reader, right?) – I actually slept through the night last night.

Holy crap.

Granted, I did wake up a couple times, but fell right back asleep. The most important part is that I did not get up ONCE – not even to pee. It’s a miracle.

Sadly, I think it can be attributed to the fact that Miles is now in kitty heaven, and not knocking shit down every 2 hours because he’s hungry or bored or just wants to be an ass.

And thus, the story. If you cry easily or just lost a pet or just don’t feel like being depressed, I wouldn’t bother reading the rest of this post. But it feels good to get it out there, so…here it is.

I’ll start by saying the hubs is like, my effing hero. He was so strong for me when I couldn’t be.

When I got home from work, the hubs had Miles outside in the front and I walked up from the train and just lost it. He felt so bad…but it wasn’t even just seeing Miles, I’d been holding it in all day. To make matters worse, Miles was seemingly fine when I got home. I mean, I knew he’d get cruddy again at some point, but he was having a good moment of no snot or sneezing or anything. Then I started having second thoughts and was feeling so guilty for even considering putting him down, but the hubs kept reminding me that he WAS really sick.

We got there and they put us in this “Grieving room” that was like, a nicer, private waiting room. Our vet came in to put a catheter in his arm and reassured me that I was making the right decision. Hearing a medical professional say it made me feel better too. So, she came back with him and discussed what they were going to do, and we decided to have him cremated. Then she said she was just going to do it in that room, and I was like – “I can’t. I can’t be here and watch it. I feel guilty and horrible enough as it is to have just agreed to let you put him down.” The hubs said he would stay because he didn’t want him to die without at least one of us. So, I started saying goodbye to him and was about to leave the room but started bawling so I had to stick around for a few more seconds while I got my shit together. Suddenly Miles had this HUGE fit of sneezing and the worst snot I’ve ever seen come out of his little skull. It made me laugh for some reason, because even though it was horrible, it was EXACTLY what I needed to see in order to be okay with what was about to happen. I tried to wipe his nose, but our vet said she’d take care of it so I could get myself back in line so I could leave and walk through the regular waiting room. Like it mattered, I had myself together when I left the room and as soon as my foot entered the normal waiting area I just lost it. (I had to carry his effing empty carrier out to the car with a bunch of strangers and their pets looking at me – THE WORST.) So I went to the car and hyperventilate-cried for about 8 minutes until the hubs came out and it was over. He was SO upset, but it made me feel better that I wasn’t a freak for being so heartbroken. The hubs said that Miles was pretty chill, they gave him the sedative so he just kind of laid down and went to sleep, and the hubs was telling him we loved him, and then the vet said “he’s gone” and the hubs didn’t even notice that he’d stopped breathing. So…pretty peaceful.

**big sigh**

It’s weird being in a one cat household. Boo is certainly soaking up the attention we’re giving him. We both feel guilty at the same time, like Miles is somehow seeing the attention we’re showering on Boo and getting jealous or something (we were always VERY equal in our attention and love we showed to the boys when they were in the same room).

Each day will get better, but I expect it to suck for a few weeks. I started crying again in the shower this morning…but shower cries are better than the “at my desk” cries I was having on Monday and Tuesday.

I’m really REALLY looking forward to heading to my parents house this weekend. Getting away will help, I think.

25 weeks

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Posted 27 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much, the cats

How far along? 25 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: About +/-17 lbs.
Maternity clothes? Indeed.
Stretch marks? My worst news to report. Leftie (that would be my left boob) has been stretchie stricken. Is there no mercy?!
Sleep: A little better, but I wake up a lot and struggle to get comfortable. I’m also a portable heater when I sleep. :)
Best moment this week: Passing the 1hr Glucose!
Movement: Yep. Had a few decent flips too! Mother- & Sister-in-laws got to feel a few kicks this weekend.
Food cravings: Still sweets. Think a gallon of chewy sprees. Mmm…
Gender: Thinking girl.
Labor Signs: Still with the Braxton Hicks, but cervix checked and NO movement on the active labor front, thank GOD.
Belly Button in or out? Barely innie.
What I miss: I already miss my kittie Miles. (More on that below.)
What I am looking forward to: Seeing my mom & dad and dad’s family this weekend! And getting the nursery painted. :)
Weekly Wisdom: I’m hard pressed to come up with anything this week.
Milestones: Passing the glucose, and nearly onto the 6th month!

Onto the sad news. We’ve decided that the time has come to put our kitteh Miles to sleep. He’s been ill for a number of years with both pre-cancerous inflammatory bowel disease and inflammatory rhinitis, and after this past weekend, he’s grown ill enough where we can’t justify prolonging his life anymore. He’s such a sweet boy and does not deserve this, but we don’t see an alternative. We love him so much, and he is more than part of the family. He has been my best buddy for the past 8 years, and he will be sorely missed. We’ll more than likely be making his final appointment at the vet tomorrow or the next.

We’ll miss you, my sweet sweet boy.


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Posted 10 Jul 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much, other people are morons, the cats

Okay, most everyone will tell you, that aside from a few tired days where I had a short fuse due to sleepiness, I’ve been fairly okay to deal with. No outbursts, no crying fits, no douchiness overall.

Yesterday, that came to a screeching halt.

My day overall was lame. It started with a large pile of cat vomit (crabby factor= 2). I worked, got sucked into projects that aren’t mine (crabby factor=3), and luckily got to leave a little early so I could bring the Black Beauty (my trusty CR-V) in for an oil change. However, leaving early also meant being on the light rail with everyone that was at the Twins game. These aren’t your average transit customers – these are idiots that don’t know how to use mass transit times 1,540. All of us, crammed into a train, me protecting my tummy, standing next to a TOTAL booze hound. (Crabby factor now at a 5, trying to bring ‘er back to a 1 since I’m done with work for the day.)

I get home only to encounter THREE MORE PILES OF CAT BARF. (Crabbies now to an 8.) I quickly clean them up and hop in my car only to deal with rush hour traffic. (Crabbies holding around a 9.) Oil change complete, I drive home hoping the hubs is back from the game. (He was lucky enough to skip out of work for the afternoon and go. And also drink all day.). And there’s another pile of barf. And then another. That brings the barf total to SIX BARF CLEAN UPS. I’m at a full blown 10 on the crabby scale and the hubs is not home and not answering his phone. At this point, I’m screaming at the cats and any inanimate object that gets in my way. I’m near tears and cannot even attempt to calm myself down. We had planned on going to Lowes that evening to get another estimate for new doors for our house, and I was just not feeling it anymore. The hubs finally gets home, and I am SO MAD at this point that I’m thinking if I stabbed him, he probably wouldn’t press charges and I would feel SO MUCH BETTER. So, instead of inflicting bodily harm on him, I decide to go to the store and buy bread. I came home, ate a sammich and ironed shirts just so I could be by myself…because I knew if I sat in the same room as the hubs I would just burst into tears. Later I went to bed and had bizzare dreams all night and woke up feeling as though I’d been hit by a bus.

Now. I know that I have been able to deal with these kinds of things before without allowing them to affect my mood. However, everything combined with clearly elevated hormones made me a mad woman yesterday. I feel bad for being crabby with the hubs, but I honestly couldn’t help it, and part of me feels like he deserves to feel my wrath since he didn’t have an infant using his cervix as a trampoline yesterday.

I’m less crabby today, but still feel like if there were another chain of events like yesterday I would more than likely grab the nearest object and bludgeon someone with it.

Deep breaths.

Hilarity.

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Posted 08 Jun 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, the cats

Look what was in my mailbox today! Sophie! So of course, I opened up the package to play with her. (The babylegs came today too, but those aren’t as much fun to play with.)

I guess I didn’t really realize how much she squeaked. Or, how much that squeak sounds like the squeak of our cat Boo’s mousies.

Or how much that squeak drives Boo ABSOLUTELY INSANE. Every time I squeeze the thing Boo-boo seems to think that it’s automatically THROW SOPHIE time because he runs around in circles waiting for it to be thrown so he can run after it and sink his naughty teeth into it.

Hell NO, Boo. This toy will never be yours. That doesn’t mean that I won’t squeak it and fake throw it for HOURS just so I can laugh at you. Muah-ah-AH!

My poor, poor baby.

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Posted 24 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category the cats

Last night, all my lack of sleep and worries about our sick little kitty came to a head, and I got a good, long cry taken care of. He was so ill last night, could barely breathe and obviously in extreme discomfort. I felt so useless and was at the end of my rope. I emailed his vet (who might I add, is the nicest, best vet on the planet) and she got back to me within a half an hour. After a couple hours, we had a plan in place to bring him in this morning and flush his nose again so that he can breathe at least for the next few weeks. I was a wreck trying to figure out how I could enjoy our vacation with him being so ill. THANK GOD for Dr. Cordner.

So, as we speak, Mr. Miles the cat is at the U Vet Hospital, hopefully recuperating after his little procedure. I hope he’s a new man when I get him back this afternoon.

The husband was nothing but sweet and supportive of me during my complete emotional breakdown. We had a rough conversation about “the end” and what that means, and as much as it hurts, we know what (and when) to do (it). I love him like he’s my child, but I cannot sit back and watch him suffer as much as he has in the past 72 hours.

Finally, a break(down).

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Posted 24 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category the cats

Last night, all my lack of sleep and worries about our sick little kitty came to a head, and I got a good, long cry taken care of. He was so ill last night, could barely breathe and obviously in extreme discomfort. I felt so useless and was at the end of my rope. I emailed his vet (who might I add, is the nicest, best vet on the planet) and she got back to me within a half an hour. After a couple hours, we had a plan in place to bring him in this morning and flush his nose again so that he can breathe at least for the next few weeks. I was a wreck trying to figure out how I could enjoy our vacation with him being so ill. THANK GOD for Dr. Cordner.

So, as we speak, Mr. Miles the cat is at the U Vet Hospital, hopefully recuperating after his little procedure. I hope he’s a new man when I get him back this afternoon.

The husband was nothing but sweet and supportive of me during my complete emotional breakdown. We had a rough conversation about “the end” and what that means, and as much as it hurts, we know what (and when) to do (it). I love him like he’s my child, but I cannot sit back and watch him suffer as much as he has in the past 72 hours. At any rate, when Miles would start to have serious problems breathing or have a sneezing fit, the hubs got up with him so that I could sleep. That gesture alone made me fall in love with him all over again.

In uterus news, lots of pinching/searing feelings in my tummy & abdomen. And still dizzy. I cannot wait until AF comes and I can be a crazy person with imaginary 2ww symptoms, just like everyone else.

7dpo

sleep = lame.

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Posted 23 Feb 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats

Another night of mild insomnia. Aside from a few mini catnaps, I really only slept from 3-6:15. I’m assuming this is all in relation to worrying about my sick cat, but it’s getting ridiculous.

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