Updates and musings

The countdown is on. Why can't tomorrow just be here already? Or even just 5 o'clock. I'd settle for that. At least at home I can find something to clean or organize and keep myself busy!

So here is the latest on Jake. He has been staying at mom and dad's since his accident so mom could look after him. I guess there was an upside to her being off work from her surgery. This last weekend Jake spent almost the entire time outside. He is now going up and down the steps completely on his own. Mom says he still gets cranky with her occasionally, but that's not really news. He gets cranky with everyone except for me usually. Dad says he is running again - especially when he wants to go and visit the neighbor dog through the fence. Apparently he favors his right leg but I think that has more to do with his tailbone healing than anything permanent. He will go to the vet tomorrow afternoon for a follow-up appointment. After that it is home with me! Won't he be in for a shock. Mom tends to baby him a little bit but now that I know he is going to be ok it is time for some tough love! He's never going to improve if he doesn't use what he's got! And of course, what post would be complete without a few pictures of my furry babies?

Jake chilling out in mom and dad's backyard. Notice the odd looking tail? We had to shave it for cleanliness reasons. He sulks when I make fun of it :)



Shai hanging out, keeping her brother company and being lazy.



And this is Shai doing her Husky bark/howl/yip thing when she is sick of being good and wants some attention!



As for me, I alternate between living in denial and outright panic. According to the very first ultrasound I had, my due date is December 11th. Going by last menstrual period, my due date is December 15th. I know my cycles and my body fairly well and I think that December 15th should be my actual date. Going by that date, I am 20 weeks, 6 days pregnant today. This is when I lost Kaycie. I've never been 21 weeks pregnant before and that is what I'll be tomorrow morning when I wake up. It is also the day of my Level II ultrasound. I can't decide if that is a good omen or not. I can't think about the "what if's" of tomorrow. It is too overwhelming and enough to send me to the crazy house I'm sure. I think I'm just going to bury myself deep in denial. Tomorrow isn't about a Level II ultrasound. It's about Jake going to his follow-up vet appointment then coming home with me. That's all.