It was very hot here yesterday — high 80s — and the dog needed to be walked so I sucked it up, put the baby in the stroller and set off in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
And got lost. Our 20 minute walk turned into almost an hour of me trying to figure out where I was and how to get back to where I started. Sweaty, tired and irritated, we finally get back, and I unleash the dog…
…and he runs away. Just takes off running. By the time I get to the front yard, he is gone, nowhere in sight. I called George to tell him what happened, that I HATE the dog, that I am SICK OF WASTING TIME THAT I DON’T HAVE on this dog, and I AM NOT GOING TO LOOK FOR HIM.
But I quickly calmed down (little eyes and ears were taking in everything) and went out in the van after the dog. I spent 10 minutes looking for him, and found him laying in a driveway with two ladies who were giving him water. One of them was on the phone with George (thankfully, our number was on Eddie’s tags) and I thanked them profusely for taking care of him.
As much as Eddie drives me insane, he really is a good dog and I could never forgive myself if something happened to him on my watch.
In much better news, I had my midwife appointment yesterday and all looks good. Baby is head down, growing well, heartbeat is 135 and he’s kicking like crazy! I’ve gained more weight this pregnancy (38 lbs.) but that’s to be expected since I lost so much weight after the last one. (I was 130 lbs. when I got pregnant, compared to 140 or 145 last time.) I’m not dropping protein or glucose, and the only complaint I have is fatigue (surprise) and Restless Leg Syndrome. I’m hoping that more exercise and maybe a calcium/magnesium supplement will help alleviate this issue.
Only 8 weeks until Bubs #2 is due (it doesn’t mean I’ll make it that long)! I am surprised at how much faster this pregnancy has gone than the last one.