Once upon a time, I blogged regularly. Now I don't. Instead, you get occasional little updates on the random events of recent life. Hopefully, I'm not as boring as I suspect I might be...
I'm determined to keep my house looking nice after the baby arrives. Yes, I know there will be toys everywhere. There already are; they're called cat toys. But I mean, I want to keep home from looking like a baby store exploded in here. So I started with this:
We found a lovely wooden high chair in an antiques store for a mere $40. Steven will need to make some minor safety adjustments, as it's missing a strap or two, but that's easily taken care of. It will look nice in our dining room, and most importantly, it's not tacky plastic. A little TLC, and it will look good as new!
Even though I've been given permission by both my neurologist and my high-risk OB to take Imitrex for my migraines, I'm still a little scared of what damage I might be doing to baby. For the most part, I'm just trusting God to protect the baby because if I worry, I'll get all stressed and freaked out, and frankly, I can't control what happens. (I mean, other than not taking the drug, but that introduces a new set of issues, and they're not healthy.) However, after daily migraines for the past month (due mostly, I think, to the insane, near-daily weather shifts we've had recently), I got desperate enough to seek out non-drug relief: I saw an acupuncturist.
He wants me to take some herbal something-or-other. He swears it's safe in pregnancy, but what little I could find online says it's not, so I refuse to take it. He stuck 10 needles in me last week, and so far... nothing. He also did something called GuaSha on me. Basically, he scraped my shoulder repeatedly with a stick. It did this to me:
Trust me; it looks worse than it is. And the crazy thing is, I think it helped. My migraines go from behind my right eye, down my neck, and into a spot on my shoulder. That shoulder has knots upon knots upon knots. And now, the knots are lessened, and I'm not as aware of my shoulder as I used to be. Go figure. So, I'm going back for another appointment today. I'm still unsure of how much chance I want to give this. My biggest deterrent is that his office reeks of incense. It's so bad that I have to shower and change clothes as soon as I get home. He even wanted me to take some of it home with me to help me. Ha! I told him no way!
Ninja is still sick. Poor Doogie just wants a clean, fresh litterbox. He's very private about using the litterbox, but the other day when Steven was cleaning the boxes, Doogie was doing the potty dance in front of them and trying to climb in before Steven had even finished. I think Ninja had fouled up the boxes so badly that Doogie was just holding it until they were clean again. Poor kitty.
And speaking of Doogie, I fear he feels neglected. Ninja just demands so much attention, mostly because he's naughty. So here I have a cute picture of my sweet Doogie. He'd decided the pile of rugs I'd left on the carpet while I mopped were quite comfy.
I'm just glad one of my cats knows how to be good!