Week 35
Saturday, Jun. 05, 2004 9:18 pm
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Tessa decided to cover the entire bathroom floor in shit! It was everywhere.

Everywhere.

It looked like she just walked around the room and squatted every 3 inches or so. I can barely reach the floor now, with my big pregnant belly, and it took forever to get it all cleaned up.

Why would she do that? I really want to kill her right now. No, what I really want to do is trade her in for a dog that doesn't shit on the floor!

She didn't even HAVE to go. You could tell she squeezed most of it out on purpose...

I think she was just showing me how she feels about the lack of attention she receives now.

Sigh.

That dog likes to show us her unhappiness in poo. I think between James working so many hours and the witchling being gone five and six days at a time she is feeling lonely.

But... Why oh why does she feel its necessary to tell me with poo?

It was awful.

I guess I should at least be grateful she chose to do it on the tiled floor... She could have chosen my closet!

Sigh. So she is being as quiet as possible right now... She is sleeping on the footstool, I can see her from here... She's got one eye shut and the other on me! I think she knows it will take very little incentive for me to put her in her kennel!

On other note: I have reached week 35 of my pregnancy... Yay! Not much longer now. S and G came over the other day and brought me a gift basket of baby things. I thought that was very sweet. Just little bibs and onesies, baby soap and washcloths, tiny little socks... Things like that. Our first things for the new baby!

James has only Wednesday off between now and next Sunday, poor guy. On the one hand, I feel bad for him, because he is going to be tired. But I am also glad, because that means he'll make great money this week, which we can use to get baby things. We are going to go on Wednesday and get the bassinet and carseat, as well as some clothes, diapers, and that sort of thing.

I am excited that he is almost here. But I am scared and nervous as well. I don't take pain very well. Scratch that- I don't take pain at all! I am the biggest baby. And I am scared about the labor. I don't remember anything about how it felt to be in labor with the first witchling... But I remember screaming and crying.

I had no drugs that time.

I think I want drugs this time. I don't think I can do without, even though I really wanted to in the beginning. The closer I get to the actual event, the less noble I feel like being and the more I want to say fuck it, just give me an epidural!

I should really stop watching the discover channel's birthing shows. I don't think they are doing me any favors!

My mom says I should go natural, that it will make my labor quicker, because I will be able to feel what I am doing when I push... But I don't think I want to feel it!

That's the whole point!

We decided on a name for this baby.

He is going to be Patrick James, after my dad, who died 22 years ago this summer.

My mom was happy when we told her. She actually said "Well that's nice, since your brother is the one carrying your dad's name now... And he'll never amount to anything."

A sad, but quite funny comment on the life of my brother Pat.

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