I'll be honest; I'm not enjoying pregnancy. I have a sorority sister who gushed endlessly years ago about how wonderful pregnancy is and how much she loved every single aspect of it.
I kind of now think she's crazy. Nice girl, but a little off.
Maybe I would feel differently if this had been planned or if we'd been desperately trying for years and it finally happened. But none of that was the case for us. This took us completely by surprise, and now the accompanying symptoms are more surprises, and very unpleasant ones, at that. I've found myself wondering pretty much every day just how anyone manages to have more than one child. (But I'm glad they do because I wouldn't be here if my mom called it quits after my sister, and I love all four of my sister's children dearly!)
Because I'm tired and nauseated pretty much all the time, I fear that this may become the permanent state of my house:
Even cooking has fallen to the wayside. I'm amazed my husband is able to find anything to eat these days. *sigh* I am eating; it's just that after I eat something, I pretty much never want it again. And I can't be around raw meat at the moment. Pregnancy really does some freaky weird things to a woman.
On the catly side of life, Ninja is fitting in nicely with our little family. He and Doogie have started playing games of chase together, which thrilled me to no end when I first witnessed it. I even caught them doing this the other night:
We've begun Ninja's training in earnest. He arrived the with the most abysmal manners. We use a bicycle horn for the worst offenses. Stops a cat in his tracks. Unfortunately, it also terrifies poor Doogie, who has fabulous manners. All we have to do is pick up the horn, and Doogie takes off like a shot. Meanwhile, Ninja is still being naughty. He'll learn. Eventually. The goal is for Doogie not to have a heart attack in the process! I suppose I should try a squirt bottle. Doogie was never smart enough to understand the squirt bottle, which is why we now use a horn. But Ninja seems fairly bright, so maybe a redirecting tool that doesn't punish Doogie in the process is in order.