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My Due Date: July 24, 2014I have given birth!
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This should have been a Monday..
By mrsamanda » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 9:56am - 223 views - 4 comments
First of all, last night was a nightmare. I couldn't go to sleep until around 11:30pm probably. Then, I wake up almost every hour on the hour because my damn cats are making so much noise. Running around the house, I can hear their claws catching the carpet to turn sharp corners, running into our bedroom, jumping up into the window sill, jumping back down, running back out to the living room. So, I get up and shut the bedroom door, because I think they are back in the living room. Wrong. I lay back down, get covered up and warm again, then I hear my male cat start meowing. He loves to go in our bathroom and get in the garden tub and wait for us to turn the water on so he can drink it as it runs. Well, it's damn I don't even know what time in the morning and I'm not turning the fucking water on for him to drink. So, needless to say, I jump out of bed and storm into the bathroom and scare him out of the bedroom and finally, shut the door behind him. It is about 4:58am now. One hour before I need to get up and start getting ready for work. Seriously? Ugh.
Finally, comes the alarm. It's 6:30am. I get up, get in the shower, get out and dry off, and put a bra on. Meanwhile, my husband is taking the dog out to pee while I'm showering. He comes in and gets in the shower. I shut the animals out of the bathroom while we get ready because I am sick of dealing with them and they like to hang around where we are all the time. I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom to finish getting dressed and our dog comes and jumps on the bed like he always does. I immediately smell SHIT. First thought, "What the hell, does he have shit on him??!" I almost instantly knew what it was. I grabbed his face and smelled his snout and sure enough it smells like PURE FUCKING CAT SHIT!! I whooped his ass a couple good times, yelled at him to go get in his bed (cage), he runs and gets in his cage. On my way to lock the door behind him, I see the stains and smears in the carpet. SHIT. That mother fucking dog went to the laundry room where the litter box is and got some fresh shit out, brought it to my living room carpet and proceeded to eat it. Mother fucker. I'm pissed even more at this point. I'm not one to abuse an animal, but my temper is so short, and at this point I'm so fucking pissed, I grab the rolled up, taped up paper we have to swat him with, open his cage and reach in to beat the fuck out of him. He has started trying to bite me when he gets a whipping. He doesn't get them often, but today, wooo buddy, was NOT his day. I'm so sick of dealing with him. When we got him, he was suppose to be my dog. He is my husband's dog. He don't care for me unless I'm the only person home. As soon as my husband gets home, he is up in his lap. I'm so so so sick of dealing with him. I want to get rid of him. I'm sure my husband won't let me. I can't be dealing with a shit eating dog, that's gonna get in the litter box all the time and drag that shit into my floor so my crawling infant/toddler can get to it. That's just fucking disgusting. On a happier note, Haha, I had a pretty vivid dream last night. It was the first dream I can remember having about the baby's gender. I was at work. And as most of you already know, I work in a hospital in the ultrasound department. I'm not a tech, so I don't perform u/s's all day, so I don't know how to work the machine. But, somehow in my dream, I wandered into the exam room, laid on the table and proceeded to try to scan myself so I could see the baby. Somehow or another my husband ended up beside me. I hit some button and it freaked me out because it looked like I had shocked the baby and it's heart stopped beating. It freaked me out! But, then the girl I work with came in and started scanning me and everything was fine. Within seconds we could see baby, all sprawled out on his back, weeny hanging out and ALL. And there was NO doubt it was a boy. Haha! Hubby is happy I'm dreaming of a boy now. I can't wait to find out!
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This should have been a Monday..
By mrsamanda » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 9:56am - 223 views - 4 comments
First of all, last night was a nightmare. I couldn't go to sleep until around 11:30pm probably. Then, I wake up almost every hour on the hour because my damn cats are making so much noise. Running around the house, I can hear their claws catching the carpet to turn sharp corners, running into our bedroom, jumping up into the window sill, jumping back down, running back out to the living room. So, I get up and shut the bedroom door, because I think they are back in the living room. Wrong. I lay back down, get covered up and warm again, then I hear my male cat start meowing. He loves to go in our bathroom and get in the garden tub and wait for us to turn the water on so he can drink it as it runs. Well, it's damn I don't even know what time in the morning and I'm not turning the fucking water on for him to drink. So, needless to say, I jump out of bed and storm into the bathroom and scare him out of the bedroom and finally, shut the door behind him. It is about 4:58am now. One hour before I need to get up and start getting ready for work. Seriously? Ugh.
Finally, comes the alarm. It's 6:30am. I get up, get in the shower, get out and dry off, and put a bra on. Meanwhile, my husband is taking the dog out to pee while I'm showering. He comes in and gets in the shower. I shut the animals out of the bathroom while we get ready because I am sick of dealing with them and they like to hang around where we are all the time. I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom to finish getting dressed and our dog comes and jumps on the bed like he always does. I immediately smell SHIT. First thought, "What the hell, does he have shit on him??!" I almost instantly knew what it was. I grabbed his face and smelled his snout and sure enough it smells like PURE FUCKING CAT SHIT!! I whooped his ass a couple good times, yelled at him to go get in his bed (cage), he runs and gets in his cage. On my way to lock the door behind him, I see the stains and smears in the carpet. SHIT. That mother fucking dog went to the laundry room where the litter box is and got some fresh shit out, brought it to my living room carpet and proceeded to eat it. Mother fucker. I'm pissed even more at this point. I'm not one to abuse an animal, but my temper is so short, and at this point I'm so fucking pissed, I grab the rolled up, taped up paper we have to swat him with, open his cage and reach in to beat the fuck out of him. He has started trying to bite me when he gets a whipping. He doesn't get them often, but today, wooo buddy, was NOT his day. I'm so sick of dealing with him. When we got him, he was suppose to be my dog. He is my husband's dog. He don't care for me unless I'm the only person home. As soon as my husband gets home, he is up in his lap. I'm so so so sick of dealing with him. I want to get rid of him. I'm sure my husband won't let me. I can't be dealing with a shit eating dog, that's gonna get in the litter box all the time and drag that shit into my floor so my crawling infant/toddler can get to it. That's just fucking disgusting. On a happier note, Haha, I had a pretty vivid dream last night. It was the first dream I can remember having about the baby's gender. I was at work. And as most of you already know, I work in a hospital in the ultrasound department. I'm not a tech, so I don't perform u/s's all day, so I don't know how to work the machine. But, somehow in my dream, I wandered into the exam room, laid on the table and proceeded to try to scan myself so I could see the baby. Somehow or another my husband ended up beside me. I hit some button and it freaked me out because it looked like I had shocked the baby and it's heart stopped beating. It freaked me out! But, then the girl I work with came in and started scanning me and everything was fine. Within seconds we could see baby, all sprawled out on his back, weeny hanging out and ALL. And there was NO doubt it was a boy. Haha! Hubby is happy I'm dreaming of a boy now. I can't wait to find out!
Comments for this Journal Entry
 | Comment from acrichton » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 3:14pm man that really does sound Monday worthy!! My gut is that you are having a boy!!!! |
 | Comment from mrsamanda » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 1:28pm Oh work is no better. We got snow today and were only told we would get a dusting. Down here we aren't prepared for snow like this and my husband is stuck in the city and we don't know how he's gonna get. And I'm at his grandparents that isn't far from my work. We rode together today so I can't really go home without him. But my damn animals are there locked up. Ugh day from hell. We have until Valentine's Day to find out! :) |
 | Comment from emmapeal9 » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 12:54pm Oh my darling girl! I don't even know what to say, except that I would have done the same damn thing! That dog's name is MUD. What a little fucker! Gah! I hope work is a reprieve from the morning's 'shit' storm. :) When do we get to know about your little gummy bear again??? |
 | Comment from Krod0519 » Posted Jan. 28, 2014 12:41pm lol omg Amanda, I would have killed that dog at that point too! Prego and dealing with cat shit is not fun, not ok!! You poor thing! I can't wait to find out what your having too, hope that your day gets better! |
