Jake's nose did not get better last week as we initially thought it was. We took him back to the vet (round 3!) and the vet confirmed that he was not getting better (can't believe I paid for that stunning diagnosis) and we agreed to biopsy the site to see What The Hell Was Going On.
Turns out that it's not lupus or some other scary
doggie disease - it's a fungus. A fungus that he's having an adverse
reaction to and they gave us some anti-fungal lotion to put on his nose
which he hates.
Seriously, if you show him the bottle he actually runs away.
You can chase him around the house waving the bottle at him. (Not that
I do that every single night for my personal entertainment or
anything.) It's hilarious.
It should clear up in a week or so. Glad that's figured out.
There was a wedding last weekend that I wasn't invited to. It was for a distant cousin that I haven't actually talked to in more than a decade and whom I hear things about third-hand and through the internet.
Let me be perfectly clear: My feelings aren't hurt one iota that I wasn't invited to the wedding. As far as the bride is concerned, we don't know each other and in that respect I had no business being on the guest list.
And, I'm huge and seeing a bride and my teenage female cousins with their tiny waists on display in cute dresses may have sent me over the edge.
Truly, it's better for everyone that I stayed at home and napped.
But there IS something funny about not being invited, when everyone else in the family was, isn't there? It's almost like I got cheated out of a family reunion. I wonder what the dividing line was? First cousins? Second cousins? Or maybe just the fact that I don't know her was enough. That's usually where I draw the line at inviting people to my parties: I have to know them.
(Hey, I understand about limitations when it comes to weddings. You have to draw the line somewhere.)
I have this list of "Things to do Before the Baby Comes" that I've been working on. So far, almost all of my tasks are finished. What's left?
- Address birth announcement envelopes
- Finish addressing Christmas cards (Yes, seriously.)
- Wash the remainder of her very substantial newborn wardrobe and linens
- Take books we don't need any more to library for donation
- Finish what I can in her baby book
- Finish packing hospital bag
See? That's not really a whole lot. Chris on the other hand? Well, his list is substantially longer than mine. He has 14 items to do and some of them involve research.
Baby Girl, we're going to need at least two more weeks.
Even though I had my first "ouch, this shit hurts!" contraction this morning, please hold off until we've had a chance to work on the list a little longer.