A lot has happened since the last time I wrote about six months ago. The two main things are I’m pregnant and I have a new dog. A week after Eros died, I was inconsolable and R decided that it might be a good idea to get me another dog. We called around and rescued a 6-8 month old Frenchton (boston terrier, French bulldog mix) who we named Angus because he looks exactly like a short Angus cow or a little pig. He’s full of energy, spunky, rough and tumble and not the sharpest tool in the shed. We are madly in love with him and he cracks us up on a daily basis.
On December 31 we went on our regular morning walk in the park with his friend Lucy the Lab and he tugged on the leash and I tugged back and he whirled on his left hind leg and broke it in two places. We knew he was rescued from a puppy mill and that he had been fed chicken meal and kept in a tiny cage all of his life. Since we had been exercising him regularly and feeding him the best food available to us as well as extra vitamins we thought he was doing well. Apparently there has been extensive damage to his bones as he has not had a source of calcium as they were forming. Sooooo, he now has 4 screws coming out of his leg and a huge cone on his head. We have 10 more days to go with him looking like an alien and hurting like hell. It’s been good practice though for when baby comes because taking care of him has been a huge chore. He’s totally worth it.
I’m now at 23 weeks and still have 119 days to go. No, I’m not crazy babycenter.com sends me weekly updates and so I know how many days, hours and minutes I have left. Let me tell you about pregnancy IT SUCKS!!!! Having a baby inside you is wonderful, the idea of a life inside you is amazing but the symptoms are seriously awful. That said, I finally was able to sleep through the night last night!!! I was so tired and cranky and annoyed at the world in general. Of course the main brunt of it is absorbed by R as the poor thing has to deal with me every day. I mad myself a little nest in the other bed and was out from 10pm until 8:45 today.
We came back from the beach yesterday and I really wanted a home cooked comfort meal. So we bought two baby chickens, some fat asparagus that looked too tempting to pass up, fresh corn and potatoes. We roasted the little chickens with mustard, white wine, butter and orange juice and cut up the potatoes and added them to the mirapoix at the bottom of the roasting pan. I roasted the asparagus with butter and threw in some parmesan cheese at the end and made some garlic butter rice with corn in it. It was the perfect end to a nice weekend. We opened a bottle of wine and watched a stupid movie. I love Sundays.
I promise to write more often. I was thinking about it yesterday and this is the perfect way to record our lives as future parents for our baby. A nice way to look back later and laugh at how good it was.
On December 31 we went on our regular morning walk in the park with his friend Lucy the Lab and he tugged on the leash and I tugged back and he whirled on his left hind leg and broke it in two places. We knew he was rescued from a puppy mill and that he had been fed chicken meal and kept in a tiny cage all of his life. Since we had been exercising him regularly and feeding him the best food available to us as well as extra vitamins we thought he was doing well. Apparently there has been extensive damage to his bones as he has not had a source of calcium as they were forming. Sooooo, he now has 4 screws coming out of his leg and a huge cone on his head. We have 10 more days to go with him looking like an alien and hurting like hell. It’s been good practice though for when baby comes because taking care of him has been a huge chore. He’s totally worth it.
I’m now at 23 weeks and still have 119 days to go. No, I’m not crazy babycenter.com sends me weekly updates and so I know how many days, hours and minutes I have left. Let me tell you about pregnancy IT SUCKS!!!! Having a baby inside you is wonderful, the idea of a life inside you is amazing but the symptoms are seriously awful. That said, I finally was able to sleep through the night last night!!! I was so tired and cranky and annoyed at the world in general. Of course the main brunt of it is absorbed by R as the poor thing has to deal with me every day. I mad myself a little nest in the other bed and was out from 10pm until 8:45 today.
We came back from the beach yesterday and I really wanted a home cooked comfort meal. So we bought two baby chickens, some fat asparagus that looked too tempting to pass up, fresh corn and potatoes. We roasted the little chickens with mustard, white wine, butter and orange juice and cut up the potatoes and added them to the mirapoix at the bottom of the roasting pan. I roasted the asparagus with butter and threw in some parmesan cheese at the end and made some garlic butter rice with corn in it. It was the perfect end to a nice weekend. We opened a bottle of wine and watched a stupid movie. I love Sundays.
I promise to write more often. I was thinking about it yesterday and this is the perfect way to record our lives as future parents for our baby. A nice way to look back later and laugh at how good it was.
