Withdrawal/pregnancy

Withdrawal whatever-the-fuck day it is--um, 4? 

was all happy being a dizzy lump on the couch and then Kendra nagged/begged me to try to rejoin the moving world.

Went from lethargic to near-manic.  Couldn't stop cleaning and doing and working.  Hung up like 5 loads of laundry.  Worked in the yard pulling weeds and sifting compost.  Swept the living room. Rearranged the fucking kitchen cabinets.

nothing was too hard or too big but too long standing has pissed my back off and I hurt.

Took painkillers (tylenol) for the first time since I found out I was preggers.  Still hurt.  Dunno if it even made a dent.

My bed sucks.  For serious.  Sleep number beds are a freakin' rip-off.

Yay!

There are few things as awesome as walking past the bathroom and seeing one of the cats pooping in the toilet for the first time. :)

Some people suck

I called animal control to come get our neighbor's cat today.

Yesterday when Sam and I were coming home, it ran across the alleyway between their house and ours (our back driveways are across from each other).  It's front leg was obviously broken--just dangled there as it ran.

We went over and knocked on their door.  The guy was like "Yeah, it's ours.  It's foot's been like that for a while.  My wife's gonna take care of it."

The cat was still running around today when I got back from lunch with a friend.  If I wasn't so pregnant and the cat so skittish I would have been tempted to steal it and take it to the vet and keep it.   But we can't have another cat with the baby on the way and the vet would have been closed by the time Sam came home to drive me and I REALLY can't give another cat the attention it needs.  I didn't know what else to do so I called animal control.  I figured since it had been hurt for so long it was probably going to end up eaten by a dog or coyote or put to sleep anyway and I just couldnt stand it suffering any more.

I still feel really bad.