My boy is back! I still can't believe it. We got a call Saturday night from a couple who had had him for the last 3 weeks. They saw my poster at SPCA when they were going in to have one of their cats put down. I can't get over the chances of them seeing the poster and them actually calling us. So now I don't have to name the baby Spike.
I've told Spike all about the baby and I pretend he's interested. It's going to be a huge adjustment for him since he sleeps with mummy and daddy and won't be able to once baby comes. Our other cats could care less what happens in the house as long as they get food and water and the occasional cream but Spike follows James around the house everywhere he goes (bathroom included) and sleeps on me.
My other excitement is that "morning sickness" has started. I had some tummy rumbles for the last couple weeks but the nausea kicked full in this weekend. All I wanted to do was stay in bed all weekend but my best friend was visiting so I had to entertain him instead. He and James drank lots of beer on Saturday night and I was the one who woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I swore to myself that I wouldn't complain during my pregnancy (wishful thinking!) after all it took me to get here. But this baby is kicking my ass. I had to work at 7AM this morning and thought I was going to puke the whole time. I have always loved the smell of coffee but now it makes me incredibly nauseous (not great working in a cafe) and my body has also decided that I can no longer drink it either.
All in all though, my kitty returning and the fact that I am having a baby makes for the happiest I have ever been in my life. Even the horrible nausea is oddly comforting because it means my little Fledgling is growing and taking over. I wouldn't trade that for anything. xo