So here's my phone dump, and not in exact chronological order.
I discovered that my house had a mouse. And that made me INSANE.
|yeah. that's mouse crap.|
|So naturally, I assumed mice made a home in my dishtowel basket. I chucked it outside and ran.|
|No, I'm not trapped under a rug. That's my view above rotund belly at 22 weeks.|
Have you heard of this? Best invention ever. Darby traveled three hours without panting or pacing (a problem she developed since we got the mini van) and was calmer than normal during the thunder storm we had over the weekend.
She sort of looked like a helper dog.
Yeah. She peed on our bed in the middle of the night. It was unrelated to the thundershirt. It was the night I was given morphine and I think I slept a little deeper than normal. She also had a chill pill before bed (she also doesn't sleep during the night while we're up north.) I'm sort of relieved it was her and not me.
I picked up a potty to get Charlotte familiar with it.
|SO WORTH IT|
|So chill. So chill I might just pee in your bed this weekend instead of telling you it's time to go out.|
|Dad. Your jokes are lame.|
|Completely fascinated with the storm sewer grate.|
|She looks so smart ever since her auto accident.|
|Just testing the waters|
|Off to the hives to collect honey|
|I must get my power seller status back!!|
|Yes! Another positive rating!|
|Eyes on the water, Captain Charlotte|
|She tells us she knows how to swim, but we don't trust her.|
|Ruby. Your face is squashed in.|
|And that? is hilarious.|
|Watchin Elmo with my baby sister|
We came back from my not so great weekend (everyone else had a nice time...) and fortunately caught that bastard mouse, but I'm not sure he was working alone. I need to set out more traps.
I've also been feeling much better and have moved forward eating regular food. My doctor is hesitant to do much testing while I'm pregnant, so hopefully whatever that flare up was, it doesn't happen again.
That's all for now, folks.