Another wonderful start to the weekend

For whatever reason, every night when the news comes on, I get nauseous.  Tonight was no exception.  I thought for sure I was going to throw up.  After laying down for a half hour, it started to subside.  If I move around too much, it returns though and I'm stuck laying down till it passes.  I usually take a shower every night, I won't be doing that tonight though.  I'll just do it first thing tomorrow morning.  I don't think it's a good idea to be standing up for long periods of time tonight.  This kid just has to wait three more weeks and then he can bring on all the contractions he wants, until then he just needs to be patient.  The mommy condo is on lockdown and if he tries to escape, mommy will get a shot.  *cringe*

Hopefully, by Sunday we'll be painting the nusery.  I figure I can sit on the floor and do whatever I can reach from a sitting position.  It's the only way I can talk Shawn into allowing me to help.  Well, I'd better get ready for bed.  If last weekend was any indication, I'll probably be up bright and early sitting in front of the toliet not sure whether I'd be happier if I threw up or not.

This is a long one

Last night was an emotional one for me.  Must be hormones.  I'm getting a little overwelmed with everything that has yet to be done before the baby is born.  If I knew EXACTLY when he was coming, I wouldn't be in such a panic but unless you're getting induced or a c-section, you don't know that little bit of information.  My dad recently emailed me and asked for a list of some of the things we still needed.  So (for the SECOND time) I made him a list after figuring out what we already we going to buy and what others were going to buy and sent it to him.  I asked him in the letter to please tell me what they were planning on getting so that me and Shawn could buy whatever is left over on the list.  I talked to his wife the other day and she claims that my dad has no plans on buying anything at all until after the baby is born.  There are things on that list we need BEFORE he's born.  She claims that he doesn't want to buy duplicates of stuff that others already bought.  Then what exactly did I make the list up for in the first place?  I think he just doesn't want to spend his precious money if he doesn't have to.  (they make PLENTY of money a year to support three families, they have no kids and only a cat as a pet) I don't expect handouts.  I wouldn't have asked him to buy ANYTHING but he asked ME to give him a list.  Why ask for the list if you're not going to use it?  He seems to think we're getting handouts left and right from family and friends.  When in reality, me and Shawn have paid for almost everything ourselves, aside from a few outfits, the crib and swing.  Here I was thinking that he might take a little of the pressure off of us.  I just know that if I had the kind of money he has and I could help out my family in ANY way, I would do it in a heartbeat.  But I don't value money the same way he does.  I feel like I sound like a total brat here but like I said, it's not the money itself that annoys me, it's the fact that he had me make up the list in the first place when he has no plans of buying anything at all.  I don't know why I bothered sending the list in the first place when I know how he is and knew how it would turn out.

I getup about every two hours now to pee.  The other day I woke up thinking, geez I can't wait till this kid is born so I won't have to do this anymore.  Hmmm.  Then the lightbulb came on.  I WILL have to do this, I'll just be feeding a baby or trying to get it back to sleep, instead of a quick trip to the bathroom.  I keep telling myself those long nights won't last forever.  Everyone tells me maybe I'll get lucky and have a baby that sleeps.  I doubt that. 

Cody is looking better from what I hear.  I haven't been out to look at him because of the rain.  I really hope his leg heals and that's the end of it.  Takoda is also doing better.  She's eating a little better now and even barking once and a while.  Whereas before, she just laid around and looked depressed.  Now that she's moving around, I have to watch the other dogs more carefully due to the fact that they like to fight with her.  We have to get August, Mia and April to the vet soon to get on heartworm.  I plan on having them all spend a LARGE amount of time outside this summer and want them to be protected.  Mia likes to bark for no reason so I don't want her to wake the baby up and August likes to attack the other dogs for no reason, April is just really hyper. 

Monday I have a doctor's appointment at 3:45.  I have more questions for him this time than I have anyother time because of the events this past weekend.  I found out last night that Monday is also Paul's court date.  Who do you think he volunteered to take him?  If you guessed Shawn, you're right.  Shawn usually gets home at 7am and Paul is getting off work at 7am.  In other words, he has to stay at work an hour longer to wait for Paul, drive him to the courthouse, wait for him again and then drive him ALL the way back to work.  He probably won't get home till noon.  Only to have to go with me a few hours later to my doctor's appointment.  I'm really starting to feel like Paul is taking advantage of us.  Last weekend, Shawn had to work on a Friday and Paul told him he had all this important crap he needed to get taken care of, so Shawn got up early, picked him up, only to find out the only thing Paul had to do was go to the bank and Walmart.  Something he could've very easily done on the weekend AND had his girlfriend take him to do.  (I cannot stand her) It's like he thinks because he helped us get the nursery done that it means that we owe him big time, well I think that debt has been paid and then some.  With everything else that we have to deal with, you'd think he'd back off a little bit. 

Baby coming Soon

The weekend was an interesting one.  On Friday, I started feeling some crampiness in pelvis and groin.  I was told it was nothing to worry about but not to go running any marathon's.  By Sunday, it was obvious that the baby had "dropped."  (when the baby drops in the pelvis to get ready for birth) I did some reading and saw that usually means (for a first time pregnancy) that the baby could come between 2 and 4 weeks.  That would mean I could go to into labor at 37 weeks or as early as tomorrow.  37 weeks is the week that they stop considering a baby born a premie.  It's still not full term though.  (40 weeks) I'm really getting a little worried that this little guy is going to try and come out too early.  I don't want anything to be wrong with him and I don't want to have to come home without him.  My doctor told me to call back if the cramps get worse or I start to have contractions.  (I have a doctor's appointment on Monday the 2nd)

The boys got a move on this weekend and got the walls up for the nursery.  Now we just have the finishing work and painting to go.  Shawn plans on finishing the drywall and whatnot before the weekend so that the primer and paint can go up.  I'll be much less nervous when I know my kid has a room and then I can start putting everything together.  Well, I'd better go get some food in me.

Dog Update

Just to quickly update on Takoda.  She has whipworms and possibly roundworms.  That's IT.  I'm giving her some pills for the worms and then some antibiotics to help regulate the bacteria in her intestines and prevent infection.  I have to get another stool sample in a week or so to see if she needs to be re-wormed or not but other than that it sounds like she should be fine after she's done with the medication.  She's on interceptor now for heartworms and to prevent the other worms.  Now we have to get the rest of our dogs wormed.  (it's very contagious and lives in the soil so I'm sure EVERYONE has it by now)

Just Frustrated all Around

The closer we get to the due date, the more nervous I get.  The last few days I've been having VERY mild cramps and I'm just waiting for them to turn into full blown.  Plus I have pressure in my lower abdomen which could be baby getting ready.  I still have so much to do so he'd better just stay where he is.  Otherwise he's not going to have a room to sleep in, sheets to sleep on, etc.  There's plenty of nights that I wish Shawn was on first shift so I him HERE in case something starts to happen.  I know he'd make it to the hospital on time but it's much more comforting having him sitting across the room.  Plus, at least twice a day now, I get nauseous, it's like morning sickness all over again.  I packed the baby's hospital bag last night.  (yes already)  I get in the mood to do SOMETHING baby and since I can't decorate, I do other little things.

Takoda went in for x-rays today.  Her blood tests all came back negative and normal so now they want to check for cancer or some growths around her heart and lungs.  I also sent in a stool sample with her and they're supposed to listen more closely to her heart today.  When I talked to the vet yesterday she seemed just as confused about what's wrong with this dog as we are.  She called this morning but I hadn't gotten up yet.  I don't know what exactly that could mean.  It's hard to tell with vet's, they don't give anything away with their ton of voice unless your animal has died.  It would be a relief if they found out WHAT is causing her rapid weight loss.  It's so much more frustrating NOT knowing what's going on.  She'll be picked up at 5pm, so we should know a little more by then, even if it's that there's nothing they could find.  Cody is doing better today than yesterday.  He seemed really depressed yesterday and would hardly lift his head.  Today he's much more perky and alert.  He's just gotten sick of being stalled.  His wound is half closed but appears to be draining something again.  He's frustrating too because he doesn't appear to be in any pain and yet we're being told that it could be major surgery eventually.  Call me impatient but I like to know NOW rather than later what is going to happen with my animals.

Much Vet Bills

Shawn took Paul to get insurance yesterday.  Hopefully, he'll have all this stuff taken care of sooner than later that way I don't get any more scary phone calls at 12am from the jail.  It really seems to have been a wake up call for him and got him off his butt to fix all this stuff with his license.

Took Takoda to the vet yesterday.  She's gotten really skinny in the last few weeks and when they weighed her, she'd lost half her body weight from the last time she was in there.  They took a bunch of blood tests and they're supposed to call today with the results.  If they don't call, my mom is going to call them before they close.  The vet said it could be diabetes, cancer or any other number of things.  I'm leaning more towards diabetes than cancer though, as the vet seems to think the cancer would be in her lungs and she's had no labored breathing at all, plus I could hear her lungs just fine the other day.  Maybe she was holding her breathe?  haha  So many vet bills right now.  We still aren't 100% sure what is going on with Cody.  His wound looks better but then again we aren't the vet.  There doesn't seem to be as much (maybe none) drainage since the last time the vet was out.  It's hard to tell whether he has a limp or not.  He's more than willing to run on it though so it can't be hurting him that badly.  We still have a few more days of keeping him stalled before he can be let loose.  Well, time to wake up Shawn for the day.

Jail Bail

Well, we went and bailed Paul out of jail today.  He got pulled over on Friday night and he doesn't have a license.  He got it taken away for unpaid tickets in another state.  Bail was 250.  He's lucky he hadn't spent all his money already before he got pulled over.  He spent the entire weekend in county jail.  I know he was miserable but in a way, he deserved it.  It was his own fault for not paying the tickets in the first place.  Maybe now he'll start paying them off so that this doesn't happen again.  So the baby's room will have to wait till this coming weekend to get finished.  I'm really starting to get nervous about it because I don't have much more to go, June 10th is right around the corner and he could very well come before then.  Well other than that, it's been pretty uneventful around here.  I suppose I'll go find something else to munch on.

Check-up For Cody

We had the vet out yesterday for Cody's check-up.  He cleaned it up really good and wrapped it back up.  Cody is once again stuck in a stall until his next appointment.  Dr. Chris doesn't seem real hopeful that it didn't hit the bone.  He seems to think that Cody was kicking at something (like a fly) and his leg hit the fence.  He thinks the fence may have hit his bone and that's where the infection originated.  If that is the case, we'll have to choose between surgery and euthanizing him.  He told us yesterday that the surgery is expensive.  (we already knew that from the last visit though)  He says it's still just a waiting game to see what happens.  We have to make an appointment to have his leg x-rayed in a week or so.  He was a real pain in the ass yesterday so I can only imagine how he'd be with an x-ray machine.  (they had to sedate him TWICE) For now we have to give him tons more antibiotics, try to keep his bandage from falling off, and keep him quiet.  None of those things are proving easy, especially now that he knows what the antibiotics taste like. 

I just heard about the newest hostage in Iraq.  He lives within miles of me, literally.  I feel awful for his family.  You know they'll never let him come home alive now.  On top of knowing that he's probably going to die, they're going to have to hear about it on tv everyday.  Especially once he's died.  They'll have to watch those videos of his very last moments.  I get that the news has to report what is going on in the world and that it's even bigger news if it's happening to someone that lives within the viewing area of the broadcast but I hope they take the families feelings into consideration when they're showing awful things like that.  I know I wouldn't want to sit there and see guns held to my dad's head over and over again throughout the day. 

A very Long weekend

I'm trying to decide where to start first.  It was such a long weekend and there seems to be so much that happened.  Well, I suppose the beginning would make sense.  We left Thursday night, later than was expected.  Mia, Shawn's dog, whined for twenty minutes because he made a big deal about her when we left.  I'm sure she thought she was never going to see him again because of it.  I had brought two pillows for me but ended up giving them to the dogs to use.  When we were just to the point of no return, Shawn calls and tells me I forgot my PURSE of all things.  He was already putting it in his car so that he wouldn't forget to bring it in the morning.  We stopped a few hours into the trip for some food.  I stayed in the car, thinking it would keep the dogs calm.  The second the door shut, they started whining and barking.  Mia, who was in her seat belt, began turning around and completely tangling herself.  I just unbelted her until my mom got back to the car, otherwise I knew she'd do it again.  A while later, I realized my makeup was in my purse.  My mom, who by this point was really in need of a nap, thought this was hilarious.  We got to the hotel somewhere around 11pm.  The dogs whined for a good hour after we arrived at the hotel.  It was impossible to get them to be quiet.  I realized later in the trip, that no one could hear the whining, only barking.  I stayed with the dogs while my mom brought in the things we absolutely had to have that night.  That just produced louder whining.  It took me quite a while to finally fall asleep.  I was worried about all the animals at home, worried that Shawn and Jason (my younger brother, 17) would get trampled by the horses when they tried to give Cody his antibiotics, worried they'd get lost on the way here.  Basically I worried about every single thing that could possibly go wrong.  I woke up sometime during the night to our upstairs neighbors making a TON of noise just walking across the floor.  It caused the dogs to start barking.  I got August on the bed and held her there the rest of the night.  I woke up to my mom moving around the room that morning.  The boys had called and said they would be there in about an hour.  An hour and half went by and of course, I had already been worried (Columbus is a VERY confusing and in my opinion, dangerous place to drive) and now I was even more so.  I called them again.  They were fine but had gotten stuck in lunch traffic.  The phone rang ten minutes later and of course I thought the worst, they just wanted someone to open the door so they wouldn't have to go around to the front desk.  After everything was finally in the hotel, we crated the dogs (gave them TONS of treats) and went to breakfast.  The first thing we heard when we walked in the hotel, were our dogs barking... a LOT.  *sigh* I'm sure they were doing the entire time we were gone.  Thankfully, that day, Shawn would be in the hotel with them, as he had yet to go to sleep.  (he left immediately from work to come meet us) My mom, Jason and I left for the Equine Affair shortly after dropping Shawn at the hotel.  In normal circumstances, our hotel would've been just a minute or two from the fair but due to the way Columbus is set up, it took us about ten minutes.  We had a VERY long walk from the car to the entrance.  By the time we even got into the fair, my feet were killing me.  It took us a little while to get our bearings.  Once me and my mom walked around once, we remembered where everything was.  We took my brother through the breed pavilion and then went into the building that has all the crafts and such.  Within two hours of being at the fair, my brother started to get whiney.  He was bored.  By this time I felt like I couldn't possibly walk any further so we headed back to the hotel.  We let Shawn sleep for a while longer, my mom and I also took a nap.  Now my brother was saying he was bored... again and hungry.  No one would make any decisions about what they were going to do, where they wanted to eat, etc.  My pregnant brain had had just about enough and I was becoming annoyed.  Finally, me and Shawn went and brought them back Wendy's and we went in search of some place to eat.  By this time, he had mananged to annoy me too (I expect him to deal with my many moods since he's not the one that will be pushing out his son in a matter of a few weeks) and we settled on Big Boy.  The food was awful but it was great.  The next morning, I woke up to Shawn taking the dogs out to potty.  He could only take one at a time and Mia began to whine when it wasn't her turn.  My stomach was in knots about leaving them for a full day.  I thought for sure we'd return and the hotel would've come and taken them to pound.  I left August out of the crate (she's not usually crated and I thought her snarls would deter hotel staff from stepping foot into the room) and put Mia in her crate.  (if she' s not crated and left alone, she will EAT the room, plus she's used to being crated for just that reason) I wore a different pair of shoes that day, hoping that it would prevent the aching.  Our first stop was the Columbus Zoo.  We went to every single exhibit.  I was a little sad that there were SO many people there.  Last year, when me and my mom went, it was deserted (awful weather) and you had a more one on one experience with the animals, and zookeepers.  I felt like the boys had been cheated out of that experience.  Plus, the adults were all very rude.  I don't mind rude children, they don't know any better but when adults run into a VERY pregnant woman and NEVER bother to apologize, that bothers me.  I wonder if they'd do the same thing to a handicapped person or someone using crutches, I surely hope not.  Even with my large tummy, I managed not to bump into anyone and yet, the rest of these people couldn't do the same.  We had to stop and sit several times because of the pregnant one.  I couldn't help it.  I was limping and at one point I was cramping so I had no choice but to sit.  (doc said I could go on this trip as long as I sat down the second I got any cramps) I took a few pictures (only one roll of film got used during the entire trip).  Hopefully they'll come out as good as they looked like they would.  By the last few exhibits, I was ready to run to the car.  I tried my best to let everyone else enjoy their zoo experience.  Shawn annoyed me a few times because he kept insisting we sit down.  (I was holding onto him and he could tell when I was limping or in pain and thought it would make me feel better to sit... it never did) I just wanted to get it over with by that point, not sit.  On top of that, it was a little warm out and even a little warm is way too warm for me right now.  Once we got to the car, again no one could decide what we were doing, so again, I made the decision for them.  We went back to the Equine Affair.  After walking through some of the breed pavilion, we found a restraunt and sat.  They were having problems with the electricity throughout the fair so the most places didn't have fountain soda so I first got a water and then a soda.  =) My mom went to look at the crafs but me and the boys stayed behind and sat in the restraunt for a while longer.  When we were a little more than an hour from the start of the Phizer Fantasia, I decided I wanted to go look at the crafts, as they'd be closed soon.  I didn't want to go all that way and not see everything, pain or no pain.  My mom and I got shirts, her's with a Morgan horse on it and mine with an Australian Shepherd.  Shawn and I both had to use the restroom so we went to wait in line for the show to start.  They met up with us a few minutes later.  My mom had bought the baby a cute bib that has a horse on it.  I wonder if it's possible to scan it and put it on here...  Anyways, we were one of the first people sitting in our seats.  I think the boys enjoyed the show.  It's hard to tell with them.  I don't think they fully realize how hard it is to teach those horses how to do some of the things they do during the Fantasia.  Last year I was upset because when one of the horses stepped out of formation, the rider punched him, ok I was a LOT upset.  I was glad to see nothing like that happened this year.  Even though several horses came out of formation.  =) We made our way back to the hotel and none of us wanted to actually go in.  I KNOW that my mom and I would've rather stayed in the car and let the boys go deal with the damage.  We all quietly made our way back to the room.  There was silence... gave us a little hope.  Upon first glance, the room looked fine.  *Gulp* But it wasn't.  It could've been worse, much worse.  August had pooped ON the bed (she's NEVER went to the bathroom on furniture before and rarely has an accident in the house) not only pooped but pee'd.  It was a LARGE puddle and it was on my side of the bed, even on my pillows.  At the time I was VERY pissed but now, I realize that it's going to make the trip more memorable.  (the only things that make trips last in your memory are things going REALLY right or HORRIBLY wrong) We took the blankets off the bed and tried to figure out what do to from there.  We really didn't want to go down to the desk and say, hey my dog pee'd all over your blankets, can I have some more?  Shawn let Mia out of her crate and then went to the bathroom.  She was sitting in front of me while I was petting her and I noticed she had gashes around her mouth and nose.  I figured she had been trying to get out and got cut up but I went over to look at the crate anyways.  I wanted to see what had cut her.  That's when things got worse.  Mia had moved her crate over to the bedspread... and eventually pulled some of it into the crate and began to eat it.  You KNOW hotels will charge you an arm and leg for what they paid very little for.  The damage wasn't repairable.  It looked like huge alien moths had come in and eaten many, many, many, many holes into the blanket.  I think me and my mom must have really been stressed because we started laughing and couldn't stop.  I really just wanted to cry but it came out as hysterical laughter.  No, I wanted to go home and leave the hotel like it was.  Anything so we didn't have to deal with the staff.  Eventually, the boys came up with the bright idea to pour pop on the spots of pee and say that we spilled pop on our bed and needed new blankets.  Shawn went to get the blankets and I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't want to come to the room to get the other ones.  Not only did they not come to the room, she DIDN'T ask for the room number but gave him the blankets.  That led to the idea that we take the chewed up blanket and smuggle it into the car, along with any other extra blankets so they wouldn't know that WE were the ones the woman had given extra blankets to the night before.  (notice there's no mention of the NAME of the hotel we stayed at) Me and Shawn went and got burgers and ate them at the hotel.  Then everyone went to sleep, except me.  Once again I was unable to fall asleep.  It was after three by the time I finally was able to go to sleep.  I woke up and vaguely remember Shawn's alarm going off. (he originally wanted to get up a 5:30AM and leave for home) He must have fallen back to sleep because I didn't wake up again until after 7am.  I had really bad heartburn, probably from the VERY greasy burgers we'd eaten the night before.  I woke him up, figuring he wanted to leave.  He just laid there, he was awake but not by much.  I think started to feel like I needed to throw up.  I think the stress had finally started to affect me physically.  I went into the bathroom and Shawn fell back to sleep.  I never did throw up and after walking around the hotel room for a while, my stomach started to settle down.  I eventually went back to sleep.  The next time I woke up, it was to my mom telling Shawn what time it was.  (I don't remember what time we got up though) and then we all started to get ready to leave.  Once the room was cleaned of our stuff (and a few of their blankets) my mom went down to the front desk to check out.  We were worried they were going to say something about the dogs whining/barking for only god knows how long the day before.  They didn't say a word.  Either no one complained or the staff figured there was no reason to say anything since we were leaving.  Only when we were on our way, could we all breathe a sigh of relief.  Now, like I said before, Columbus is not a fun place to drive.  It's confusing, everyone is driving at least 70mph, and that's in the slow lane and no one LOOKS before they switch lanes.  So when me and Shawn missed an exit, it wasn't a big surprise.  I had to get out the map and figure out how to get us back to where the directions were leading us.  My mom and brother didn't miss the exit so at least they weren't half lost.  Eventually, we got back on track and were making really good time.  We got to I-80/90 (ohio turnpike which leads straight into the Indiana tollroad) and started looking for police.  And to the sky.  Why would we would we be looking at the sky?  Well, when Shawn and Jason were on their way to Columbus, Friday, they had gotten pulled over... by an airplane.  Yes, an airplane.  Apparently, Ohio is a little more advanced in catching speeders than we are in Indiana.  They have a plane circle above and point out speeders to officers waiting further down the road.  That airplane got us a nice sized ticket.  So if you're ever in Fulton County, Ohio and on the Ohio Turnpike, I wouldn't reccomend speeding.  Just because you don't see a squad car, doesn't mean you're not being clocked.  Eventually, we saw the plane, it was so high in the sky that it looked like a hawk circling for food and then the radar detector started squawking, we weren't speeding.  When we got home, I immediately started checking on animals.  I'm sure Paul thought I didn't trust him but I had to see that they were all ok for myself.  Everyone was fine.  And after my mom and brother got home (we had beat them home, despite the fact that we had to drive an extra 30 miles when we missed our exit earlier) I could finally relax.  Apparently, that meant the baby could too.  He had shoved himself into my rib cage and spent the entire weekend there.  After a few hours home, he started moving around and kicking like crazy and has yet to stop.  Jason got to see the baby move for the first time last night.  I've never seen him so freaked out.  haha  It just so happened that while he was watching my stomach move, the baby stuck either his elbow or his knee straight into my side and it was VERY obvious that it was one of those two things.  He had no idea that anything like that happened.  That caused me to laugh for a while.  At any rate, I'm glad to be home.  It will be a long time before I can go on any kind of vacation again.  Now we know we can't take the dogs with us on vacation so I'd have to find another alternative.

Oh so Tired

I don't know how I'll get through this weekend.  I told my mom that I will NEVER go on vacation again if this is what I have to go through to get there.  I spent all day yesterday and all night (until just a few minutes ago) packing, cleaning, taking care of animals and leaving instructions around the house for Paul.  And I still have to clean the entire house, make sure all the animals have enough food, put the cats in seperate rooms, etc.  Why can't I be Mary Poppins for just one day?  My feet are killing me and I feel like I've been hit by a truck.  Like I said, I have no idea how I'll make it through the weekend.  I'd love to soak my feet in the hottest water I can stand right about now but we still have to give Cody  his medicine (which is becoming more and more difficult) and by the time that's done, I'll need to go to bed so I can get up with enough time to get everything ready.  On top of everything, I can't seem to find one of the dogs seatbelts and there's no way I'm driving all the way through Ohio without their seatbelts. 

Yesterday (Wednesday), I was outside filling up a water trough for the dogs to drink out of and swim in, when a truck pulled into my driveway.  I started to come out of the fence but then thought better of it when I didn't recognize the man coming towards me.  He seemed threatening and I was alone besides the non-guard dogs.  He assumed that Shawn was racing up and down his road in the middle of the night because our car is silver and the car doing it was silver.  (impossible because Shawn works third shift and was at work when the incident happened) He then accused me of doing it.  I told him, I never leave the house that late, especially not alone.  All the while I am being as polite as I can stand.  (I really wanted to take the rake in my hand over his head and call the police) He continued to badger me for several minutes about whether or not we drive down his road.  I eventually took a few steps away from the fence (I think it was fear mode kicking in at that point) and he was able to see that I'm VERY pregnant.  He then backed off and left.  Not without warning me that there would be trouble if I didn't stay off his road.  I finished filling the water and went inside to wake Shawn.  I was a little grouchy with him but I think I was more mad at myself for being so intimidated by that guy.  If someone had been there with me and I hadn't been alone I would've told him off once he started acting that way.  As it was though, I only had the knucklehead dogs to protect me, they ran off to play while a strange man was standing there.  The dogs that would usually attack a stranger were in the house unfortunately.  After me and Shawn went into town, I had him stop by our neighbors house.  (they live right next door to the guy that was at my house) and told them what had happened.  He had stopped by their house after leaving mine and told them what a big man he was and they told him that he was wrong about us.  I just hope that's enough to make him not come back.  I made sure to mention to both of them that I had been extremely intimidated and uncomfortable.  I think most women would when a large strange man comes to your house and is immediately in your face.  They told me he's actually a rather nice man on normal occasions but that his young daughter just died and his wife is very nervous about losing her other children.  (I'm assuming their daughters death was someone connected to a vehicle)  I understand that he's grieving his child and doesn't want to lose another one but that doesn't give him any right to come down to my home and assume that we were racing up and down his road.  At any rate, I'm sure my friends will have said something to him and maybe that will be the end of it.  I probably won't write again until Monday.  We get back Sunday but I'm pretty sure I'll be exhausted by then.

No Vacation is Relaxing

Well as if this trip (vacation my ass, when you have THIS many animals, it'd be more of a vacation to stay home... sheesh) wasn't complicated enough, April went into heat last night.  Now I have to figure out exactly what I'd like Paul to do with her.  She should be ok outside.  We have electric horse fence going along our dog yard so the only way a male is going to get in is if he gets zapped.  As of right now, I'm just going to ask him to crate her when he leaves the house.  I haven't been panicked much since we decided to go, until last night.  Now I'm making lists like crazy and trying to figure out what we need, what could possibly happen that could make us need something else.  It doesn't help that we're taking August and Mia with us.  Not only do I have to remember human stuff but dog stuff too.  I swear, the dog's list of must haves is longer than mine!!  Tomorrow is our last full day at home before we leave Thursday night.  Poor Paul has a book to read about the animals.  I'm just so paranoid that something will happen and he won't know what to do so I've written down EVERYTHING he could possibly need and if it's not written down he knows to call the cell phone.  I'm sure I'll call here at least once this weekend to check on everything.  He's bringing his dog with him while he house sits and that adds to my stress.  He owns a teacup chihuahua that my dogs could easily swallow whole.  I'm leaving him a cat carrier to use as her dog crate while he feeds my dogs.  I'd better get to printing all this stuff out for him. 

Nothing to tell

Nothing new going on.  It's a wait and see with Cody.  Can't do anything new to the nursery till we get back from vacation.  Takoda is still the same but is eating canned dog food heartily and I've started her on antibiotics. 

We've decided to have Paul house sit for us while we're gone.  After a recent phone call, I decided I'd feel more comfortable leaving if I knew there'd be someone here all weekend.  I won't even bother to go into that, it's not worth my time.  I've come to realize that I'm much more laid back than I was pre-pregnancy.  Normally, I would've thrown a fit if I'd gotten a shitty phone call from someone (especially when there's no reason behind the phone call) but I could've cared less.  It's funny, I'm supposed to become more high strung during pregnancy, not less.  At any rate, we're going to pick Paul up on Thursday and leave him the keys to our truck since his truck guzzles gas.  This way if he needs/wants to go somewhere, he doesn't have to use half a tank getting to town.  Plus, I like knowing the animals have someone here in case anything else happens.  Keep your fingers crossed that all goes well and I come home to the same amount of animals that were here when I left.

Ugh, the weekend

This was not one of our better weekends to say the least.  It's been pretty stressful.  On Friday afternoon, me and Shawn had noticed a fairly large cut on Cody's (my mom's morgan horse) leg.  When my mom went out to feed them, I could hear her calling for me from outside.  I got out there and she was telling me about the cut.  Obviously, I already knew about it and told her that.  We had been to the store and I had since forgotten about it.  From where I had been standing earlier in the day, the cut didn't look too bad.  However, upon closer inspection, it was obvious that we needed a vet asap.  The edges of the cut had started to turn a very pale pink, an indication of either lack of blood flow or infection.  Either way, a very bad sign in a horse.  They were at the house within a half hour.  He sedated Cody and had me get a bucket of warm water.  He cleaned the cut REALLY well, so much so that he was sticking his finger inside of the horse trying to get any bacteria that remained out.  He told us the cut was older, approximately 5-7 days.  I KNOW this cut had to be either scabbed over or had mudd on it, as I was out with the horses everyday for at least those 5-7 days, as were my mom and Shawn.  There's no way we would've missed it.  There's always the possibility as well that it had started as a very small cut, closed too soon and got infected, only to break open that day.  There was a large amount of fluid on his leg that had leaked out and appeared to be mudd.  The vet told us that if the infection doesn't go away we're looking at some major decisions.  One of which would be exploratory surgery to see WHERE the rest of the infection is located or if it's spread to bone tissue.  ($700-800) And then if it had spread to his bone, they would have to do surgery to remove ALL of the infection by scraping the bone and then closing him back up.  We didn't get an estimate on that one.  I think we were both too scared at what amount would come out of his mouth.  The only other option is that he would go lame and we would have to euthanize him.  I don't think that's really an option.  Prior to being sedated, Cody was acting completely normal, no limping, no lethargy.  He was eating and drinking.  Once he came out of the sedative, he started showing obvious signs of feeling ill.  He had a temp of 102.  (normal 99-100) But he continues to eat and drink normal.  We're giving him 12 antibiotic pills twice daily through a syringe.  He is to be kept stalled for a week.  Anyone who doesn't know THIS horse has no idea how difficult that is proving to be.  In the first day alone, he got out twice, WITHOUT unlocking his stall.  We set up half the round pen and put him in there, where so far he hasn't been able to pick the lock.  We're supposed to get storms Tuesday so he will have to be put back into the stall.  I just hope we can make him stay there.  The vet is to come back Wednesday or Monday.  (we'll be out of town Thursday through Sunday as long as Cody appears to be doing ok) We'll know in two weeks whether or not he's going to need the surgery.

Paul came over to help put up the wall for the baby's room.  (he was an apprentice for a construction company for two years)  Sounds easy enough right?  Well, after a full day of getting NOTHING accomplished, they finally figured out why nothing was matching up.  No one makes 2x4's anymore.  Our house was made with 2x4's but when we went to put the boards up, they came up about 1/2 an inch short of the ceiling.  On Sunday they went and got some plywood and added the extra wood and now we have half the wall up.  It would be finished by now if we would've known in the beginning that the boards were too short.  (we thought the house had been built like crap and was slanted)  Since we won't be here to do it this weekend, we'll have to finish it the next.  Let's hope there's less problems then than there were this past weekend. 

For the past several months, our Husky, Takoda has been getting sicker and sicker, we just didn't realize it at the time.  She's always had bowel "issues" so we didn't think anything of it when it started up again.  At least not until she stopped eating.  Last night when I went to feed her, she didn't eat ANYTHING.  She's always been finicky but she usually eats at least a few bites.  She's also lost a huge amount of weight that went unnoticed due to the amount of hair she has.  You just couldn't tell she was getting thin until it was really bad.  Aftereveryone went to bed, I put all the dogs outside except for Takoda and gave her a full can of dog food, which she ate very quickly.  I looked her over really good and saw that the problem may be a tooth that had broken years ago.  It seems to be decaying and may also have infected part of her gum, causing eating any kind of hard food to be painfully impossible.  For a while I'm going to feed her normal with the other dogs and then put them outside and give her canned food.  If she puts on weight then I know it's just the tooth, if not then it could very well be something more serious.  I hate that all this animal stuff is happening so close to our vacation.  If it weren't for the fact that we'd already bought tickets, paid the hotel, etc.  I would strongly consider skipping it.  Already if Cody isn't doing considerably better, we won't be leaving.  Well, I am so exhausted.  It's time for me to go to bed.  I've got a doctor's appointment in the afternoon and I'd like to get some sleep before hand.

Sleepy

I'm so tired today.  I hate that I have to get up early.  We're taking the car in to get the alignment.  (we weren't able to do it the other day because of some other problems with the car) I have to drive the car up the there so that Shawn has a way home.  Then when my mom gets home, we'll be going to the store.  This afternoon I want to go up and look at doors for the nursery.  I'd like to have the wall up this weekend or at least close to being up.  Paul will be over most of the weekend so maybe we can get something accomplished.  Saturday we have to go out to eat with my dad.  *Groan* I'll get over it.  I only have to do these little get togethers every few months to appease him.  The last time I saw him I think I was five months pregnant, maybe only four. 

Today was not a very good day for me.  The last couple of days haven't been actually.  My hormones are all over the place just like the first trimester.  I've spent a good deal of time this week crying, at times for almost no reason.  I can't say I much care for this part of pregnancy.  Actually, now that I'm getting further into it, I don't care for MOST of pregnancy.  Being comfortable and pregnant are not two things that go together.  He's constantly got his little feet shoved into my ribs and it's only going to get worse.  I'm seven and a half months and I'm already thinking that I can't wait till he drops.  lol  Well, I'm going to bed.  I don't think I'll need the radio to help me fall asleep for once.