According to my Doctor's calculations, I am 10 weeks pregnant today. Only two more weeks until the supposed "safer zone". I know that whilst pregnancy (and rearing a child for that matter) is a minefield of potential complications, I will feel a lot better once I've made it to 12 weeks. After 12 weeks, we're going to tell our family and friends. That's the worst part, keeping it to yourself when you occasionally just feel like getting really excited and talking about nursery furniture or knitting a blanket or names you like!
My pregnancy is the least of the worries today. Our first child, Shirley the Golden Retriever, had a second knee surgery yesterday. She's all shaved again on her right hind leg and looks like she's wearing one ugh boot! When she's not sleeping, she's lick, lick, licking her stitches which kind of sounds like slow sand paper scraping and is pretty unpleasant, but we love her and so we tolerate it. I hate seeing her all groggy and un-co-ordinated. Her eyes look really mournful, but the tail still works and thumps along whenever I'm near. I was a lot better taking her in for surgery this time and I didn't cry or anything. I hope that now she has the meniscus (or however it's spelt) removed that she will be able to feel more comfortable and be more mobile. I hope we've put years ON her life, since she's only seven.
My husband's also sick. He's got a fever and cold sweats, but still soldiered on to work today as he's doing a "mates-rates" job for a friend (a good friend too since it's the Australia Day long weekend here). He got part way through having a shave and had to come back to bed for a lay down. He works as a cabinet making, building kitchens etc and I worry about him using machinery and power tools when he's not feeling 100% but he can't be told, so I just gave him a kiss and watched him shiver his way into the glorious 25 degree Celsius morning!
Between the dog licking and smelling of the hospital, husband shivering and sweating and trembling and me, gagging with morning sickness over the kitchen sink, we would have made a funny little picture this morning!
Ohhh - I feel a song coming on... every little thing, is gonna be alright. (It's become my mantra and I even sing it out loud!!)
My pregnancy is the least of the worries today. Our first child, Shirley the Golden Retriever, had a second knee surgery yesterday. She's all shaved again on her right hind leg and looks like she's wearing one ugh boot! When she's not sleeping, she's lick, lick, licking her stitches which kind of sounds like slow sand paper scraping and is pretty unpleasant, but we love her and so we tolerate it. I hate seeing her all groggy and un-co-ordinated. Her eyes look really mournful, but the tail still works and thumps along whenever I'm near. I was a lot better taking her in for surgery this time and I didn't cry or anything. I hope that now she has the meniscus (or however it's spelt) removed that she will be able to feel more comfortable and be more mobile. I hope we've put years ON her life, since she's only seven.
My husband's also sick. He's got a fever and cold sweats, but still soldiered on to work today as he's doing a "mates-rates" job for a friend (a good friend too since it's the Australia Day long weekend here). He got part way through having a shave and had to come back to bed for a lay down. He works as a cabinet making, building kitchens etc and I worry about him using machinery and power tools when he's not feeling 100% but he can't be told, so I just gave him a kiss and watched him shiver his way into the glorious 25 degree Celsius morning!
Between the dog licking and smelling of the hospital, husband shivering and sweating and trembling and me, gagging with morning sickness over the kitchen sink, we would have made a funny little picture this morning!
Ohhh - I feel a song coming on... every little thing, is gonna be alright. (It's become my mantra and I even sing it out loud!!)
4 comments:
Funny that we both have 7 year olf glodens - Bear's B-day is Christmas Eve. Shouldn't Shirley be wearing the "cone of shame" ? Glad to hear your doing good. Sorry your Mans got a bug (BTW give him a wide berth for a few days)
A Toast to Capt. Phillips !
Have a nice long weekend.
Uncle Brad
P.S. Quit bragging on your weather pls, it's un-kind ;-)
Uncle Brad, You always make me smile! Yes, the cone of shame could be coming Shirl's way pretty soon if she doesn't stop lick, lick, liiiiiiiicking! I kinda think it would be a cute photo opportunity too (I know - I'm cruel). I slept in the other bed to avoid husband's snoring and germs. How's your raccoon?
The cat doors have been sealed and Miss Lilly is not liking it. Poor thing. The goatie girls are being very vocal tonight - not sure what that's about. I don't think it's the 'coons - probablly the coyettes.
Do sword ferns grow in Australia ? if so the spores that grow on the back of them are a great itch medicine - I use it on me and Bear when needed. Should make Shirl stop licking.
In other news, Partner installed our new heat pump yesterday. But not with out whacking his ear and head with a pipe wrench. The poor boy is on the couch with a concusion and a percocet high.
Hope your boys feeling better -
Love,
Uncle Brad
I got here from Brad's blog and am very much enjoying reading yours. My golden, named Oakleigh, is eight years old and is recovering from knee surgery. I opted for the type where they wrap the ligament rather than the surgery where they bond the bone. It was a lot cheaper and I feel like I made the right choice. Her arthritis in that knee is terrible, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.
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