That's right, tomorrow I will be officially 35 weeks along, yay! In the meantime, if anyone would like to see what a grumbling, groaning beached beluga whale looks like, come over to our house in the wee hours. I cannot even believe how long it takes me to roll out of bed in the morning to use the bathroom....actually it's a shimmy and a half roll. By the time I get to the edge of the bed, my nightshirt is around my neck...yep, classy.
Our house is still a horrible mess. K is working on the flooring in the Pig's room and will hopefully be finished this week so that we can move Pig's things up to her room. The dogs have been grimly watching the slow accumulation of new things and since they're prone to overreaction it's better if we hurry and get the stuff out of the way, well before Pig's arrival.
Speaking of dogs, Kirby is an ass. Yes, I know, what else is new right? During a vigorous chewing session with his nylabone he managed to fracture a tooth. We didn't know until recently because it didn't affect his appetite, his nose remained pink and sticky, and he continued to gallivant about the house like the total dorkus that he is. Also, his breath is usually bad enough to burn down a house so we didn't notice any marked difference in odor. It wasn't until we saw a looong, disgusting thread of drool hanging off his jowls that we realized something was wrong. So off he went to one vet where we were quoted $440 for some exploratory surgery which could lead to the $700 extraction surgery. WTF? So then we went to another vet hoping for better news...$750-$800 for the extraction. Great googly-moogly.
You know when we were little, my sister and I used to do the tie-the-loose-tooth-around-the-doorknob-bit, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. I wonder now if my parents truly appreciated the type of dental self-help H and I employed. All it cost them was a dollar under the pillow and some lost sleep when we came running into their room at 2 am screaming that the tooth had finally fallen out and that there was blood everywhere.
Luckily, we were able to find another place to do the procedure for $500 but hey still no drop in the bucket. We've said adios to the nylabones but knowing Kirb something else will come up, forget Marley and Me, K and I can make a fortune with our memoir, "Kirby and Us: How our Yellow Lab drove us to the poorhouse."
