Apparently, I already was! Of course I didn't find out until after a very fun, very drunken birthday party for One Fabulous Tai. I don't remember where we went, but I do remember curling up on the floor and knitting in the dark while sipping one of the tastiest tasty drinks I've ever had. Yum yum! Blue walls and morrocan lanterns - I wanna live here! But I'd put in more comfy chairs.
2 days later, I'm hung over still and that's just not right. Yoga didn't take it away, walking in the dog park didn't take it away - Tylenol didn't take it away and forget drinking. Yes, "hair of the dog," my last ditch effort couldn't work. I couldn't drink. Called my nurse midwife - she says "come in today" and off we were.
I'm now 19 weeks, and still pretty tired. I tried working for a bit, but it just didn't work out. I'm admittedly pretty self-indulgent with a wonderful, loving husband who indulges me quite a bit, too. And although he was telling me to quit for several weeks, I really wanted to try and stick it out. You know, contribute to our financial goals and stuff.
Well, another day to get my dollar, I guess. I just felt really tired and depressed. I couldn't get anything done around the house and my animals ( the wonderfully spoiled attention-hogs) were suffering. Suffering, I tell you!
They love me again now that I can walk the dog everyday and take cat naps with them and watch movies together on the couch. All is right in their world. It will be change enough to have a baby here. And I'm having fun lavish love towards them right now. Especially my dogus.
She is mighty cute. Mighty!!
Tasha with her 2 favorite things. Note the intensity, the confusion - what first, what do I do? Chase or chew - chew or chase?
With children, you're not allowed to admit favorites with my pets, there's no contest. Tasha came into my life just as I needed her. She fulfilled something in me - she is my first child, really. She has been such a good friend to me through so much. I owe it to her to give her all I can and teach her to love the baby as much as she loves me.
Sing along with me now: Precious and few are the moments we two can share.
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