Tuesday, February 25, 2014
The Totally Random Roller Coaster: A Doctor's Appointment, A Cat (and 1000 mice), and one busy day
It's been a roller coaster couple of weeks.
My favorite part of today is how it starts. I have an OB appointment this morning with the nurse practioner at my OBs office for my first appointment and while I know today will be mostly paper work and answering questions it still puts me one step closer to the appointment I really can't wait for, which will be the one at twelve weeks when we have an ultrasound.
Four-years-ago-me was all about passing up ultrasounds. Me-that-saw-Christian's-little-60-beats-per-minute-heartbeat-at-12-weeks-and-got-the-news-that-all-was-not-well is all about hardly being able to wait until that ultrasound to make sure everything is all right. If all goes smoothly hopefully this baby will have far less than the dozen or so that Patrick had over the course of my last pregnancy (not done frivolously, but because of spotting at 6, 10, 16 and 20 weeks and then more during the hospital stay and amnio four weeks before he was born and then to figure out what kind of crazy position he was in when I was in labor although we still missed that we was transverse by the end), but I'm still counting the days until I will hopefully relax a teeny tiny bit and stop worrying so much because I worry now... oh how I worry!
Sure I could (barely) handle a mouse jumping out at me while I was sitting at my sewing machine. I could even almost not have a nervous break down about one jumping into a bag sitting next to my leg. At this point I hardly flinch when they'd run across the room at night after the kids were in bed or skitter by when I walked into the kitchen.
But yesterday at 4 pm a mouse ran across the room in front of me and Sadie and Maggie and Patch and I was done. This is not part of the you-don't-come-out-before-bedtime agreement we had. Did I mention that Terminix didn't show up to our appointment last week? Because they didn't.
So I messaged Paul on Facebook and told him that if he found a Russian Blue (one of the cats that our children may not be allergic to), we could get it, provided Sadie didn't have a reaction when we went to see it.
Because these mice. They are insane.
It took him about a minute to find three shelters claiming to have Russian Blues. And so this afternoon we will be driving around seeing if any one of these thankfully full grown cats is a good fit. Hopefully if we find one it will also be a good mouser.
And the roller coaster part? I had to make a few tear filled phone calls/texts/and emails yesterday and then have Paul call to ask that one of Mae's therapists be replaced. It just wasn't working and had become a nightmare for everyone involved and was effecting every aspect of Mae's life and so I finally had to overcome my not-hurting-someone-I-likes feelings and do the right thing for Mae. But oh it wasn't easy. And this whole thing has me asking so many questions about types of therapies and what's right for us... but that's another post. Now to get ready to go to that appointment!