Daddy’s here!

I keep saying that, but Dad, Smom, Brittany and Jared are ALL here. This should be fun! We’re gonna see Old Town today, Sea World tomorrow (I’m buying a fun pass!), we’re gonna see my Uncle Edgar and Uncle Harley, OH Universal Studios!!! I’m so essited. πŸ˜› So what is everyone else up to? HAHA, my doggies are loving having people in the house. Well Roxy is. She LOVES to play fetch and snuggle. My Princess! She’s learning so fast too. She’s known how to sit for a while. And soon, I’ll teach her all of her tricks. πŸ™‚

DING DONG THE PEE IS GONE!

LOL, Ok, let me explain. My dogs reside in the “game room.” I have been trying for over a month to potty train Roxy, but with us never being home, it’s really hard. So, when she’s left in the game room for too long, she will pee. She has puppy pads, and for the most part she uses them. But, there are times when she either misses a little bit, or misses a lot a bit. LOL. So I’ll have to clean it up. Here’s the problem, dog pee SMELLS. BAD. I am really embarrassed to say that the dog made it difficult to live in this house. But after experimenting with different techniques, I finally FINALLY got the smell of pee completely out of my house!!! It has been faint, since I do clean it up, but my supersonic sense of smell is still left over from the pregnancy. Juan can’t smell it, Tabby said she couldn’t smell it, but I couldn’t breathe no matter how much I scrubbed. Now if you have a dog that keeps peeing in the house and you want to get the smell out, here’s the trick I used: elbow grease and a really good dog urine cleaner. The one I used is called Get Serious and I bought a big bottle at PetSmart for about $10. The stuff is sanity in a bottle. It cleans carpets, upholstery, laminate and tile. The only down side is you have to scrub with it. It’s a three step process but it WORKS, come over and smell my carpets if you don’t believe me!

Chicken Bones

UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!

Okay, so we all know you’re never supposed to give a dog chicken bones. This is common knowledge and no one in their right mind would ever do it… WELL, I guess I should have also remembered that my dog can jump the baby gates and will climb on whatever is near so he can get what he wants. In this case, chicken.

Tab spent the night last night (and tonight) after she and I went out together. We took a cab to a karaoke bar and had some fun. Well anyway, tonight, Juan went to work and she and I were stuck with nothing to do. Still a bit hungover we agreed to go to Blockbuster. We were almost there when I realized I didn’t put Bubba in his cage. He was in the game room, but he gets into the trash if he’s left out. I figured, meh, I can clean up the trash…

I get home and he’s in the game room, oh well maybe he was good…. WRONG! I turn the corner and there is my precious little puppy with a chicken breast bigger than her face in her mouth. I took it and stuck her back in the game room. I took a look around and ALL the chicken was gone. That damn dog ate 4 pieces of chicken. So I checked the internet and am watching them closely. Checking poop is going to be fun. UGH. I made them some chicken flavored rice to eat instead of their food, I read that it helps the bones pass. But this is going to drive me crazy. I hate thinking that something could go bad.

Bubba has eaten bones before. We’ve never had a problem. No, we have never given them to him, but like I said he gets in the trash. The fact that he ate at least 4 pieces (I really don’t think Roxy ate any) has me a little on edge. Damn dog.

Well I’m off to bed. Juan’s playing video games again, and I don’t think he’s going to stop… Night!

Week 5 day 2

Ok, so this may not be a daily thing… Just felt like posting again today. πŸ™‚

Went to TPU today. It was ok, we got inspected then all the preggos piled into the preggo coordinator’s office. He told everyone to go home… except me. 😦 LOL No problem, I have indoc. It was so boring! I walk in to the middle of CMC talking, he’s one of the big dogs if you don’t know, and he doesn’t like that. Ah well, he finishes and then a string of other people come in and talk about things we already know. Boring. Well I get done there and realize, Juan left a couple hours ago in our only car (he stayed in the parking lot until he had to leave for work just in case I got out early). So now I have to take the trolley. After doing a tiny bit of research on wearing the new working uniform on public transportation, I walk to the trolley station and begin the hour long ride to Juan’s job. Boring. LOL. So I finally get there and I take the car to come home. I walk in the door to my good little doggies still in their enclosure…

LIES! I got close enough to the baby-gate to see that they peed ALL OVER THE FLOOR! And Roxy pooped. Gah. So I put them out side, round the corner and see trash all over the kitchen, dining room and living room. Bubba actually jumped over the gate, got into the trash, and jumped back in. WTH! I get to the living room and a pair of my sleeping pants (which were upstairs on the floor) are in the middle of the living room with a steaming pile of poo on top. Jerk.

I know he’s acting out because he thinks I hate him. We put up the baby gates and bought a dog bed before I even knew I was pregnant, but once we knew, we figured it was a good thing he would learn not to sleep in the bed. One thing I have wanted since I started TTC is to breastfeed exclusively for the first 6 months. Meaning the first 3, I want the baby in the bed or in a co-sleeper bassinet. That way the baby is close by and it will minimize the awake time. So once we found out, I thought, “good, if he learns now, he won’t think it’s because of the baby.” One problem, JUAN thinks it’s ok to let him into the room when he gets home at night. So I wake up to a stinky dog fart and have to be the bad guy and put him back. AND I have to carry the little monster because he won’t listen to me. UGH!Β Fine. Whatever. Boo.

Unsolicited advice. Well, I should start by saying I come from a huge family. My Mom is one of 10 and my dad is one of 5. I should also add that a long time ago (almost 3 years now) I joined a support group of sorts for women who were trying to conceive. There are about 19 of us that are active in the group, only 1 girl is left still waiting for a baby (You’re next A.L.!) So with every new pregnancy, we learn something new. They all share and discuss things that are going on and we all learn new techniques and new approaches. One last thing, I’ve done my research on the parenting style I want to go with.Β I appreciate everyone wanting to help me do the right thing. But the right thing for you doesn’t mean it’s the right thing for me.

So just to be clear, partial attachment parenting is what we are doing. Obviously, I can’t stay home, but as long as we can help it, the baby won’t be with strangers alone. We’re not going to use bottles unless absolutely necessary (I’m at work) so no one is feeding the baby but us. YES the baby is sleeping my bed for a little while. That’s where I want my child. Yes, we will have a crib for nap times and, after the 3 month mark, all the time. I’ve done the leg work, for almost 3 1/2 years now. Do I think we’re fully prepared, HELL NO! But, I think we’re going to be doing what’s best for us. So while I know you are all trying to be helpful, please respect the choices we are making.

Speaking of choices, I will not be using drugs for birth. No interventions whatsoever. If you watch the business of being born, you’ll see why. I refuse to have my baby ripped from me and given God knows what. A good chunk of births that were intervened with, end in an “emergency c-section.” I’m a woman and giving birth is what I was built to do. I’m sorry if you don’t have faith in me, I’m sorry if you couldn’t do it. It’s not that I think any less of you, it’s just not what I want for me. Please don’t take offense. As for that crap of “if it comes out healthy who cares how it got here” bull. I want every moment of this miracle to be special. That includes it’s birth. πŸ™‚ I want to be able to move around, I want the baby to latch correctly and I don’t want the complications that come with “speeding things up.”

So that’s my rant. I’ve said it before, don’t get butt hurt if you think I’m talking about you. It’s nothing personal, you’re basically reading my journal.