Last week, we did one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. We had Petie, our beloved 16 year old dachshund, euthanized. He was diagnosed with a heart murmur (and other heart issues) and a collapsing trachea in the summer of 2011 and had been slowly declining since then.
Prior to our move out of Baltimore, Petie started to have chronic diarrhea (that we couldn’t get a clear diagnosis on). He started to lose weight. He went from a healthy and active 12 lb dog to a frail 8 lb dog that could barely stand because he was so weak. He had cataracts in both eyes (so couldn’t see anything). He just wasn’t Petie anymore.
So on Friday, January 4th we said goodbye to our friend. I’ve never done anything like this before and I am still shocked by how upset I am over the whole thing. I can’t talk about it without tearing up or crying. I was trying to put things into perspective (I mean… my DAD died 6 months ago) but this is just such a different experience.
Annmarie keeps saying, “Petie bye bye?” and “We see soon?” every day. And it breaks my heart a little bit.
Emily, Petie’s faithful sidekick for the last 11 years, seems to be doing okay. We’ve been spoiling the crap out of her (err… I have been spoiling the crap out of her with food and I recognize that we’re just going to end up with a really fat dog).
Goodbye, Petie. You were a great dog.
Petie at the Outer Banks in 2008
|From Outer Banks|
|From Outer Banks|
Guys – we are in the homestretch with this pregnancy. I’m technically “full term” right now. My how time flies.
And you know what? We haven’t done ANYTHING to set up for the new baby.
With knowing we’re having another girl and one so close in age to Annmarie, we didn’t feel it necessary to buy a bunch of new things. However, we’re realizing there are some basics we nearly forgot about… like diapers. Whoops.
The new baby’s room is currently filled with leftover furniture for which we had no landing spot yet. We also had to move some furniture in the room to accomodate the Christmas tree. But all of that needs to move!
I need to rewash and reorganize baby clothes!
I need to set up my diaper station (yes, AM is still in diapers but she isn’t exactly soiling diapers every 30 minutes like a newborn).
And now with the explosion of Christmas toys for Annmarie, we really need to reorganize toys (including getting rid of some stuff) to pull out any infant items that we can stash away for the new baby.
Am I panicked? Just a bit.
I’m having a bonus sonogram on Friday because my belly didn’t grow at all between visits. This seemed to concern my OB so she wants to verify that the fluid levels aren’t dropping. Some people think this sonogram will result in being admitted to the hospital. Ack!
We JUST agreed on a name (although I’m sure I’ll still go back and forth on some others).
I just remember being way more prepared when I was pregnant with Annmarie. This baby is really getting shafted here in terms of care and attention so far.
I still view Annmarie as “my baby” so it is still surreal to me that in less than a month, she’ll be considered the “big girl” and I’ll be walking around in zombie mom fashion with a newborn.
We took a bunch of video on Christmas of Annmarie and as I looked through the camera for previous videos, I realized we hadn’t filmed anything since the previous Christmas! It was crazy to see Annmarie as an infant. Because now she’s a Chatty Cathy that looks like this:
When did this happen?
While I do feel some guilt about not giving this pregnancy the same attention I gave the first one (a lot of that has to do with chasing around a toddler), I did vow to do a few things:
- Take weekly belly photos (and maintain a “belly book”) – so far I haven’t done great with this. I’ve tried though. I have a book (but not the official “belly book”) that I’ve been adding photos to but I haven’t been on top of taking weekly photos.
- Get professional maternity pictures – this pregnancy is also special and the fact that I haven’t been on top of the weekly belly pics just made me want to get pro pics all the more.
So I bring to you some of the pro pics courtesy of our amazingly talented friend, Maria Vicencio. We’ve had a really mild winter so far so I didn’t think much of doing an outdoor shoot the weekend after Thanksgiving. It only figures that this particular Sunday was like 32 degrees.
The other crazy thing to me is that I feel like I look full term in these pictures (but I still had another 8 weeks to go… yowza).
Annmarie is quite the Chatty Cathy these days. Half the time I have no idea what she’s saying. Our daycare provider recently told us that she can speak Greek (the provider is Greek) and English. They commented that she was “so smart” because they’d say something in Greek to her one day and she’d recall the word the next day. I’m sure they tell all the parents their kids are smart but Jeremy and I really do think that AM is a damn genius.
Lately she’s been into saying and doing a few things:
- Cleaning. She takes a baby wipe and starts wiping down surfaces in the house (coffee table, trash can, walls). She declares that she’s “cleaning” although it sounds more like “kee-ying”. It took me a bit to understand what she was trying to say.
- Sorry. When she does something that warrants an apology, she has started to say “sorry”. But she says it in a very “Gilly” from SNL kind of way (where you know she’s not actually sorry):
Plus she pronounces it “sowwy”.
- Airplanes. We now live pretty close to an airport. It isn’t house shaking close or anything but we see quite a few planes during the day. She loves to point to them and yell, “Pane!” But now she says, “Hi, Pane!” or “Bye, Pane!” and waves.
- All Done/Gone. Whenever she’s finished something (doing something, eating something), she’ll declare, “All done.” This isn’t really new but now our commute consists of driving through a tunnel. Every time we get through the tunnel, she yells, “All done!”
- I did it! This is my new favorite. She’s been lining up her toys in weird ways and when she’s done, she yells (with arms in the air), “I did it!” I f’n love this kid.
We are no longer Baltimore City residents. It pains me to write that. I have lived in Baltimore City for 9 1/2 years. It is weird to be back in the ‘burbs. My commute to work sucks. There are no delightful and different places to eat nearby (most stuff is a massive chain restaurant). I will no longer run alongside the stinky Baltimore harbor.
Okay, my woe is me moment is over.
Moving was a collosal pain in the ass. It took ALL DAY and was $1k over the moving estimate. I feel like we’re living in an episode of Hoarders (although we’ve done a decent job in getting through boxes and setting things up). There are 2 kitchen tables in the kitchen. There are 2 large living room sofas in the living room. There are mattresses in the basement shoved behind a myriad of boxes. There is SHIT EVERYWHERE and it is making me crazy. New baby’s room is currently a holding ground for furniture we had no other place to store it (since the basement is either half water damaged (so we’re not storing anything over there) or packed to the gills with boxes and 26 years of crap my parents held onto.
I’ve been meaning to post updated pictures of the house (new floors, new paint, etc.) but since the house is not set up the way that I want it to be, I don’t want to share it with other people.
But I hate a post without pictures so here are some from the move (and I apologize to people that look at my Instagram or Facebook… these are just repeats. I’m so lazy these days):
As much as I fought against it, we ended up having the movers help pack. Jeremy apparently knows me better than I know myself sometimes. If they hadn’t helped pack (they spent 3 hours packing some stuff), we would probably STILL be packing.
We needed to pack some stuff the morning of and Annmarie just wanted to play in the boxes. Later, this box would hold a ball pump, a snack trap, a sippy cup and a toy. She was a real helper.
I really thought I’d cry seeing my empty house…
I didn’t cry. I got a little teary eyed in AM’s empty room but that was it. I guess I was ready to let go of this house (or perhaps I don’t feel like I’m really letting it go since we’re leaving some furniture behind and are renting to a very good friend of ours who told us he won’t be repainting anything).
Last update – I am 32 weeks pregnant. I had my first bi-weekly check up yesterday and had to schedule my final ultrasound. Holy balls – we’re nearing the end of this pregnancy! I haven’t really wrapped my head around that since I have been fighting off extreme exhaustion and sciatica the best that I can.
Do pumpkin patches even exist anymore? Last year we went to a “pumpkin patch” and it was really just a farm that had some pumpkins on a table. They offered some other kiddie activities but it wasn’t a patch like I envisioned (and perhaps my assumption stems from Charlie Brown).
This year I was determined to go to a better “patch”. Lots of local parents recommended this particular farm so we decided to check it out this past Sunday. And again, it was a farm with a TON of kiddie activities but their pumpkins were all in bins in a tent. Really? Where is a damn patch around here?
Here are some pics from the farm. It was actually pretty cute and they definitely catered to entertaining small kids. I’d go back but I still want to find an actual patch.
And I’ll end this pointless photo post with a rare photo of Annmarie actually participating and embracing the belly photo. This was taken on Monday. I am 28 weeks along…