I've finally scheduled a time for Pudge to get de-clawed. Seriously, I cried. It hurt my feelings, I'm not going to lie. I know he'll be fine but I also know its going to hurt him and even worse, I'm afraid he'll hate me for the rest of his life for what I did to him. Perhaps I can win his love back with Duck & Sweet Potato treats, he loves the hell out of those things. And you can bet your sweet ass that he'll have new toys to play with too :-)
Today is 9DPO, cross your fingers I don't bleed profusly from my vagina until at least tomorrow, I've had issues with a short LP in the past and I'm hoping it was just a short issue and not a lasting one. I'm also crossing my fingers that a lot of this added "stuff" around my midsection is indeed bloat and I'll forever be rid of it once I start. I was able to wear my Size 9 jeans last Sunday (I've been wearing 11's) until I flew off the handle and at fried rattlesnake, french fries, a approx 32 oz. of pepsi, and cotton candy. Since then I've also had my share of ice cream and cookie cake. BUT I've also eaten really good during the day so I'm hoping it kind of evens out the playing field. I don't know what I'm going to do come Summer time and I'm expected to wear a bathing suit. I've never been this big before and I'm TOTALLY not comfortable in a swimsuit.
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