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!!)
