bad kitty momma

I feel so horrible right now. On Tuesday morning our cleaning lady came and apparently she shut the door to the bathroom in the basement....the cat's bathroom. I hardly ever go down there, it's Mr H's domain and he is out of town all week. So this morning, at 6 am, I open the door to the nursery to feed Sweetness and the cat runs in, squats under the rocker, and does a massive poop. Of course I yell and hit him (great reaction huh) and only after that think to check the door. So now I feel horrible, poor thing has been holding it for 2 whole days. I knew he had been extra needy and bad Tuesday night and yesterday but I just ignored it. I just really hope this doesn't become a pattern...and I hate that he picked the babies room to do it. Only saving grace is that we had a carpet remnant under the rocker to protect the new carpet so I just picked it up and threw it out.

He still hasn't gone in and used his litterbox yet though...guess I should be on the look out for pee somewhere too...

a nothing post

I've logged in almost every day to post but once I get to this blank screen, I don't know what I want to say. Do I write one of those sappy posts about how amazing it is to finally have our little girl? Or do I annoyingly write about how freaking hard a newborn is? No one wants to hear any of that crap...and frankly I don't really want to write it. And I don't really want this to become a blog only about Sweetness.

So instead I'll write about something I am all too familiar writing about...doctor's appointments! I have my 6 week post partum on Thursday. I'm not really looking forward to yet another cervix check. And I know I'm going to have to fight him on the whole birth control thing but I figure since I was off the pill for 2.5 years and all I ever managed were two chemical pregnancies, there's no real point in wasting the money. I do plan on asking him more about testing for the breast cancer gene. I posted awhile back that my aunt tested positive for both BRCA1 and 2. I still don't know if I want to get tested but at least I'm now at the point where I can start gathering some information. I think getting tested would be the responsible thing to do, especially if we decide to go through fertility treatments again, but being responsible is no fun. It is much more my style to put my head in the sand and let my indecision make my decisions. I am SOOO good at that.

So this is my nothing post. I'm still trying to read everybody but don't always have the time (or a free hand) to comment, but I'm always thinking of everyone!!!

that ugly green monster

no...I'm not talking about the r.ed s.ox here people

At my shower in mid-august my cousin mentioned having her last hurrah before trying to get pregnant with #2. Well she just IM'ed me and of course, she's 8 weeks along. I shouldn't care. Not only do I have my Sweetness but my cousin and I are super close and she was so supportive of me during all of our infertility crap. In fact, she found out right when Sweetness was born and didn't tell anyone right away so we could have our time. Which is beyond sweet. But still, I just hate that is comes so easy for some people....