Bad Bad dogs

I woke up yesterday morning to my mom yelling out the backdoor at the dogs, who were of course fighting.  No dog was injured this time around, for once.  My mom has a scratched up foot (dog nails) and I some how got a nasty bruise on my hand.  I never even touched the dogs while they were fighting so it had to happened when I was running to them.  They stopped fighting and very calmly walked to the backdoor, TOGETHER.  Idiots. 

My grandma stopped by today.  I was taking a nap so I'm sure she thinks that all I do is sleep now.  For whatever reason, she seems to think that all I do is sit in the house, sleep and watch tv.  A few weeks ago I was talking to her about when I drove myself to an OB appointment and she made a big deal about it like it was a mircle to get me to go somewhere by myself.  I just prefer not to drive in general and especially not while I'm pregnant.  (my eyesight has gotten worse since preggo from hormones, they'll go back to normal after the baby is born for now I can't see a thing)  I just don't get her sometimes.  It seems like she thinks that the only thing that happens here is what she sees with her own eyes.  Plus, we constantly get comments about how many animals we have.  Trust me, if we could lie about it and get away with her not knowing, just so we don't have to deal with the lectures, we would.  She also tries to tell me how I should or should not discpline my dogs.  She doesn't understand that just because my crazy austrailian shepherd doesn't bite her while she's facing her, doesn't mean she won't the second she turns her back.  So when MY dog goes to bite her, she gets smacked on the butt and then I get yelled at.  Everytime I swear up and down that next time I'll just let her get bit but I know I won't actually do it.  It's just hard for "normal" people to understand how we can live with this many animals and be happy with them... most of the time. 

Well there's not much new to tell.  Weekend was pretty boring.  I didn't get much sleep, nor did I see Shawn very much.  Our friend Paul brought his truck over to be worked on and a job that should've taken a few hours, ended up taking the entire weekend until7pm last night.  It needed to be done though.  His rotars were bad enough that he should've had an accident by now.  Well, I'm going to go try and get some sleep.

Fighting again

There was another dog fight just a few minutes ago.  I'm usually pretty calm and am the person that stops the fighting but I just froze and started crying.  I can't get too in the middle of it because I'm pregnant and now I've got to worry about what's going to happen once the baby is born.  I can't have dogs fighting all the time with a baby in the house.  I won't get rid of my dogs but I've gotta figure something out.  Mia's ear is completely split open at the tip.  I'm worried that it'll never heal, I've seen if happen with many other dogs and cats.  August has a few little punctures.  Mia had been growling at the other dogs because she got her head stuck between the coffee table and the couch and once she got out, I tried to grab her.  When I did she started growling at me and stiffening up like she would bite me.  Within a few seconds, out of no where, August was on her back and then all five of the dogs were fighting.  That woke my brother up.  Didn't really matter who was there though because it stopped on it's own, as it usually does.  I just don't know what to do.  I really just want to sit here and cry for the next few hours.

Doctor appointment sucked.  He rushed in and then rushed out.  There was really no time to get a word in with him.  I hate that I have to see all the doctor's at this office.  I've got two more to get through and then I can go back to seeing the doctor I like everytime.  I've got to go in for my gestational diabetes testing between February 18th and March 2nd.  That should be disgusting.  You drink a syrup like mixture and then wait an hour, when they take your blood.  If you fail the first test, you have to go in for a second, only this time you're there for a total of four hours.  The first hour is the hour after you drink the crap and then they take your blood every hour for three hours.  I told the doc I had today that I had been getting really dizzy the last few weeks and he said yeah that happens as you get farther along.  I would've been happier if he had taken the damn iron test.  It would've taken him less than a minute.  Oh well, I'm going to go lay down.  I can hear the baby's heartbeat with this thing we bought at Target a few weeks ago.  I couldn't hear it until last night so that's what I spent most of the night doing.

Doctor's and Vet's

We took Tasha to the vet yesterday.  They did a CBC and a full senior dog blood workup.  It came back completely normal.  Yet as of yesterday morning the only thing she was passing was blood.  They sent us home with some special dog food called i/d (science diet, most vet's office's use it for upset tummies, especially after surgery) and some pills like immodium ad for people.  If it doesn't help at all then we have to take her back and have xrays done to see if they can see anything on them.  She was a little bit dehydrated so they gave her some fluids under her skin.  She slept quite a bit last night from all the stress. 

I go to the OB for my check-up today.  I'm really not feeling like going.  I think I'm getting a cold and I'm still not sleeping very well.  I've been told by other preggo ladies that it's just a phase that we go through during pregnancy.  Thankfully, my appointment isn't until 4 this afternoon.  There's a ton of questions that every wants answers to but I haven't written any down.  I've found most of the answers I need online already and anything I'm not sure about, I'll just ask him today.  I think they'll be measuring my stomach today to see where I am as far as the growth.  And then I'm pretty sure the rest is answering questions.  I'm expecting a finger poke for possible anemia.  I know that's not what's causing the dizziness but they'll do the damned poke anyways just because they have to be sure.  I'll try to post a quick message on here later to let you know how it went but I may just forget, my brain doesn't remember things like it used to now that I'm pregnant.

Poor Tasha

Well, tonight was pretty gross.  I was watching tv/playing solitaire when I noticed Tasha (our 12 year old shetland sheepdog) getting up.  She has pretty bad arthritis and usually doesn't get up unless she wants water or to go outside.  She moved over to another dog bed and I noticed there was a smell.  I got up to look and saw that the bed she had been sleeping in looked wet.  I then went over to her and lifted her back leg (which she found rather undignified let me tell you) and saw that she had a large amount of poop in her hair.  I eventually talked myself into giving her a bath (keep in mind that it's about 1am at this time, the last thing I want to do is wash a poopy dog or ANY dog for that matter) She looked miserable the whole time.  She's the type of dog that NEVER did anything wrong and when she would, she would be obviously upset about doing something that we dissaproved of.  So for her to go to the bathroom in the house was something that obviously pained her.  I cleaned her up and put her on her favorite dog bed.  I brushed her hair (which she hates) and then I clipped some of her hair from around her rear end in case it happens again.  I feel terrible for her.  She looks at me like she's completely traumatized by this whole thing or like she thinks that she's going to die any time now.  We're going to make her a vet appointment and probably have some bloodwork done.  Poor dog.  I wish I could communicate with her and find out what she's feeling and explain to her everything will be ok.  It's a big vet bill at a bad time that's for sure.

Everything with the baby is the same.  I've got some pain in my abdominal muscles, much like those when you do too many sit-ups.  I'm trying to think if I've laughed too hard in the last few days or not.  That would've done it with the way my muscles are completely stretched out now.  My chest has literally doubled in size since I got pregnant.  I don't like that at all.  Same with my stomach and I"m sure both will only get bigger before they get smaller.  Well, I need to go try and sleep.  I was so tired earlier but then all that stuff happened with the dog and I haven't been sleepy since.

Dizziness

I'm so glad I have my doc's appointment this week, otherwise I'd be calling the office.  I've been dizzy on and off for about 24 hours now.  I don't think it's from being anemic, it's not the same kind of dizzy.  I know that sounds strange but I know how different one dizzy is from another.  I thought eating supper last night would help but it hasn't.  Plus I had a horrible headache most of the day yesterday.  I really need to start writing down some of the stuff I have questions about or else I won't end up asking him anything at all.  I can't wait till my ultrasound next month.  We should be able to find out if it's a girl or a boy and hopefully, it'll show that my placenat has moved upwards. 

Shawn's working third shift now.  So far I don't like it at all.  I liked relaxing with him in the evening, even if we did sit across the room from eachother.  Plus, if I get cravings after 9pm, I'm screwed.  Maybe after a few weeks I'll get used to it.  The one reason I do like it is because I know he can always go to my doctor appointments.  I just know I'll end up going into labor in the middle of the night though and I'm worried I won't be able to get a hold of him.  I'd throw a major fit if I gave birth and he didn't have to go through it with me.  My mom WILL be in the delivery room with us.  (even if she doesn't like it... haha)  I told her if she's not there I'll wake up the whole hospital screaming I want my MOMMY!  haha  Well, I'm going to bed.

Five months Today

  

Finally, we're at five months.  Only four more to go and from the sounds of it, those are going to be the worst ones.  I get more and more uncomfortable every stinking day.  I can only imagine how I'll feel at nine months.  I weighed myself the other day and found that I've gained 20lbs so far.  It's funny because that's still considered normal weight gain for me.  I'm supposed to gain 40.  I'm having a horrible time sleeping right now.  I started taking benedryl tonight to see if it helps any.  The only things I can take for it are that and tylonel PM.  I have to call the office for Medicaid today.  I got a letter about a week ago saying that since I hadn't chosen a doctor for myself that they chose one for me.  Well, since they screwed up so badly in the first place, no one told me that I needed to choose a doctor or even who to call to tell them that I have my own doctor.  I just know they're going to fight me about it too.  It says on the website that you have to wait 12 months before you can change doctors after you choose one.  I'll be going to my regular doctor whether they like it or not.  He's the only doctor I've EVER been comfortable with and I'll go to him till he retires or moves.  Well, I'm going to go set my alarm and hopefully fall asleep quickly.

Ultrasound Scheduled

My next ultrasound is February 15th.  They'll be looking to see if my placenta has moved at all.  I think if they don't see any improvement at that ultrasound that my doctor might consider setting up my c-section right then for nine months.  I have a good feeling that it'll have moved by then though.  My next doctor's appointment is on January 27th.  I'll be seeing my mom's doctor at this one.  I'm a little nervous about it.  One of our friends saw him and didn't like him and she's about as picky as I am about my doctor's.  I really wish I could see my regular OB right now.  He's the one that's been following all of this and he's the one that I want to ask all my questions.  Well, I'm going to go find something to eat.