Archive for November, 2006

All Kittens, All The Time

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I thought I’d post some adorable pictures of Millie that I was able to take yesterday. She usually moves so fast that my pictures of her always turn out blurry, but we got a new camera that I was playing with and she was nice enough to hold still for longer than three seconds.

The kittens are about six months old now, and they are going through this really endearing phase where they are into fucking EVERYTHING. Nothing is safe. Everything is a toy. Cords, paperclips, scraps of paper, the dogs’ tails. I have, or I should say had, these little handpainted bobblehead toys I got in Mexico sitting on my desk and I haven’t seen those in days.

Jethro has absolutely NO fear of the dogs and will walk right up to Daisy (our pit bull) and reach a paw out to bat her nose. He’ll also curl up next to her on her bed while she’s trying to sleep. She’s such a good girl that all she does is look at us pleadingly and do her best to ignore her instinct to make a snack out of him. We’ve been telling her she’s a “saint among dogs” for putting up with such an insolent little kitty who doesn’t know who he’s messing with. Millie seems to have more sense and stays firmly out of reach whenever the dogs are inside.

They both go through two enormous bursts of energy a day, a time we call “cracker cat”, where they tear around the house at top speed, bouncing off walls and scaling the furniture, and once, even bouncing off of Hawk’s face as he sat on the couch.

As insane as they are, they are also two of the sweetest, most affectionate cats I have ever known. Jethro follows Hawk around like a puppy, and Millie winds herself around his ankles while he makes coffee in the morning, mewing her good morning greetings. We have recently closed off our bedroom to all animals, and if we go in there, they both sit immediately outside the door and wait until we come out. They love to be held, they love to sit on our laps while we watch TV. Sometimes when I’m holding Jethro, he will raise a paw and very delicately touch my face. They both love to sit on my lap while I’m on the computer.

Here’s one of the two of them, with Jethro sitting in our mail basket.

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Aside to Christine - I assume kitten pictures are acceptable if they are pictures I’ve taken myself?

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This One’s For Christine

Oooh, SNAP! Christine totally called me on my lame-ass posting of the kitten picture last night. I admit, I was looking for the easy way out of my posting obligation for the day, and the angry kitten seemed like a good way to do it. But I should have known that my sharp-eyed readers (all, like, five of you) would recognize it for what it was. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.

Anyway, can you believe Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK? The fuck? I haven’t even polished off the leftovers in the bottom of the trick-or-treater candy bowl yet. Time is going so unbelieveably fast. When I was a kid, the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas seemed interminable. My parents always told me that time speeds up as you get older and they weren’t kidding.

I’m really looking forward to the holidays this year, as I can use some Christmas cheer and some good will towards men and all that stuff. But I don’t want it to zoom by at the speed of light as it seems to be doing right now. I need my chance to savor several Gingerbread Lattes at Starbucks (mmm!). I want to be able to bask in front of a glowing fireplace with the lit Christmas tree nearby. Of course, that would require it getting actually COLD enough to justify building a fire, and with the 80 degree days we’re currently having here in good ol’ Southern California, I don’t see that happening quite yet.

Sigh.

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Awesome

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Thank you Cute Overload.

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Love All Around

I failed to post yesterday, thereby ruining my ten day posting streak. Oh well, I’ll just post twice today I guess.

Yesterday I went with my friend Kristen to visit our friends Natalie and Steven, who just had a baby. His name is Alexander and he is so sweet. Newborn babies just kill me. Everything about them is so small and perfect - perfect little nose, perfect teeny little eyelashes, the little feet and toes. AAAHH! I could just eat him up.

Kristen said that she was surprised that I had wanted to go with her to see him, since my miscarriage is still so fresh. But I love seeing my friends have babies, and I am thrilled for Nat and Steven, who are just great people. It makes me feel good to see them so happy and in awe of their little boy. It makes me look forward to the day that I get to do that. Plus, it makes for good baby-holding time. And then I get to hand him back and not have to change any diapers :)
Then we went over to Michael and Christine’s house to spend the evening with them, and Cormac (their son) was just being the biggest cuddlebunny. We’ve known him since the day he was born, and he loves us. It’s so cool to walk into their house and have his face light up when he sees us. Last night he kept crawling over to me and holding his arms out for me to pick him up. I would hold him on my lap, flip him backward onto my legs and kiss his neck while he giggled. And when Michael brought Cormac out in his jammies before bedtime (the kind with feet - I almost died from the cuteness), we kissed him goodnight, and he held out his arms to me again to be held. Too sweet.

It’s love like that that makes me so excited to have my own baby. It’s just so pure and simple. Christine was saying last night, as she gazed at Cormac snoozing in his car seat on the way home from dinner, that she wishes that somebody could figure out how to bottle the emotion that she feels when she looks at him, because it would make a million dollars, it’s that good. I can’t wait for my chance to feel that way too.

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Yawn

Once again, tired.

Work is crrrrrrrrrazy busy since we updated the packaging on one of our lines of perfume. They are flying off the shelves and that makes for a very long, busy, tiring day. But it’s a good thing.

Out to dinner with friends tonight. I think we’re going to have mexican food. Mmmmm, mexican food.

That is all.

Oh, P.S., I also have to extend my sympathies to Pamela Anderson who just suffered a miscarriage. I am so, so sorry. Hang in there, girl.

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New Beginnings

Ah, such a lovely day, isn’t it? A Democratic Congress, no more Rummy. It’s a good start. I find myself, dare I say, hopeful about the future of our country for the first time in a loooooooooooong while. Although, the Governator did manage to get himself reelected here in California. How did that happen?

Hawk and I also had our first sit-down consultation with our fertility specialist doctor yesterday. First, he confirmed via ultrasound that I had completed my miscarriage, so no D&C for me (yay). Then we made a plan for what to do next. During my next cycle he’s going to check my FSH and estradiol levels. The fact that I’ve had short, light periods ever since I went off birth control pills last year, as well as my lowish progesterone levels, may be an indication that my body is having issues with one or both of these hormones.

But he seems very confident that he won’t find anything too serious, and whatever he does find may be treated easily with some low-dose fertility drugs (injected three or four times throughout my cycle- yech). The best part is that he said he thinks I’ll be pregnant again within six months. And that I have a 70-85% chance of having a healthy pregnancy next time.

I’m feeling pretty good after our meeting with him. There’s a part of me that’s terrified that he’s going to find out that my FSH levels are all fucked up, which would mean that my ovaries are failing, but he really didn’t seem to think that will happen. If nothing else, I am confident that we are working with the right doctor, and I am sure that I will get pregnant again. I just want it to be soon, and I sure want it to stick this time.

Which brings me to another thought. During my sixteen months of trying to get pregnant, I had said again and again that I would rather never get pregnant than get pregnant and miscarry. Now that I have had a miscarriage, I can see how wrong I was. Don’t get me wrong, I really would rather have not had the excruciating pain of losing a baby, but the knowledge that I can get pregnant has changed my whole outlook. Plus I would never give up the times when I was able to quiet my mind from the worry and I could just bask in the wonderful knowledge that I was pregnant.

Before I always prefaced everything with “IF I get pregnant”. Now I say “WHEN I get pregnant again”. I look at it as a certainty. My miscarriage was an experience I had to go through to get me one step closer to the day I actually have my baby. And I believe that day is getting closer all the time.

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Where’s Your Mandate Now, Bitch?

First the Dems take the House, and it looks like we have a good shot at the Senate.

AND NOW DONALD RUMSFELD RESIGNS?!?!?!?!?!?!!!

I’m imagining millions of people from all over the country standing in front of the White House with their middle fingers raised.

Power to the People.

Edited later to add:

Democrats take control of the Senate.

Too fucking cool.

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Awwww Yea

Dems take the House

AND

Britney divorces K-Fed. (Say hello to irrelevance, Kev my man.)

Is it my birthday?

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Tired

Blah, the only reason I’m posting right now is because I signed up for NaBloPoMo. I’m tired and at the present time do not have the energy to write anything worthwhile. And I do have worthwhile things to write about, but, alas, the inclination to do so escapes me.

I promise to do better later. Although probably not tomorrow, since I’m working all day, then have plans in the evening.

Hmm. Tomorrow’s post may be even lamer than today’s.

I apologize in advance.

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Happy Birthday Mama!

Happy Birthday to my beautiful mother, who turns 55 today.

To say you mean the world to me wouldn’t begin to cover it.

Mom

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