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Our Newest Improvement

A FENCE!!!!

Room To Run

Look at all that space!! It looks a bit drab at the moment but we’ll get on some grass and a bit of landscaping come the spring.

HAHA!

They are on one side, I am on the other. They are free to roam and I don’t have to worry about dislocated shoulders anymore.

Franklin

Frankie is so excited! He pushes in front of you and opens the screen door himself because we humans just move way too slow for his tastes. He runs around the edges sniffing and checking things out. Hes a bit apprehensive about coming back in through the back door but we’re working on it.

Sport

Sport is not quite so enthusiastic. This is him refusing to look at me this morning.

And Again

He’s hautily ignoring my kissy noises and whistles to attention here. Can you feel his displeasure as well?

You see, Sport and I had an agreement. He asked little of me and in return I asked little of him. He didn’t mind that his only time outside in freezing or burning weather was the 30 seconds it took him to pee. It worked, I could only stand the temps for that long anyway. He sleeps on our heating and air conditioning vent, he has luxury to return to.

This fence is a violation of our agreement. While I sit happily on my couch with my slippered feet up, Sport is forced outside with his annoying baby brother who just wants to play.

While Franklin bounces and leaps from end to end, Sport pranced out with his nose high in the air to the furthest corner and parks it. He wouldn’t even budge when we called him from inside the fence. He’s pissed.

This morning Paul got up, let them out to run and left them out while he showered. Sport was not impressed. He barked once and I opted to ignore it, trying to let him self soothe. I watched out the window for a bit. Sport in the corner, Franklin bouncing happily along. Figuring they were fine I went back to bed for my extra 15 minutes. No, Sport thought otherwise and started barking non stop. At what, I don’t know, but it was only 6:45 and our first morning with the fence so I was worried about the neighbors as I flew downstairs to let them in.

He didn’t run to the door that I help open with freezing bare feet. He walked slowly, looking at me the entire time. As if to say, “Bitch you left me out here. To deal with not only the cold but that overly chipper daft Franklin. This isn’t over.”

We have some work to do! I have hope that Sport will get used to it and Franklin will continue to enjoy it. As usual I have some apprehensions to let go of too. We’ll get there, Sport and I.

Check out The Growing Gibsons if you are interested in whats happening with our pregnancy and our growing little Squish, Riley!

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The Squish

 

Meet Squishy. This picture is an iPhone shot of the actual u/s but so be it, I work with what I have. His/Her head is on the left the rest just guess you will be close enough. 

So while I have been MIA here I have been writing at TheGrowingGibsons.blogspot.com feel free to stop by. Sorry it’s not a clicky link for some reason Blogger will not let me go to their site during the day…lamesauce. 

I apologize in advance for some of the language. It’s bad, I’m not usually a potty mouth but it was a very rough couple of days. I could certainly go back and edit it but it’s honest and real the way it is now. 

I wasn’t sure that I was going to open it to the public but decided to. Mostly because the taboo nature of fertility is annoying and lonesome. You would be surprised at how many women are struggling. Also how hurtful the constant questions are. It doesn’t usually occur to anyone that it’s not their business and it could be really hurtful to the other person. 

We tried for a year, went to a reproductive endocrinologist and received a diagnosis and set up a plan for the next cycle, 2 days later we got a surprise + pregnancy test. 

Our story is short in comparison to some. We were very lucky. Some struggle for years, have multiple surgeries, injections, medications and doctor visits. It’s life changing and a pain and heartache I cannot even begin to understand. 

TheGrowningGibsons is a sort of pregnancy journal that for the moment will be kept separate from this blog. This way people who don’t want to know, don’t have to know. Eventually it will all probably combine being parents is probably going to give us our most laugh worthy stories. We’ll see how it goes.