There is a two- part explanation to this headline.
1. My health issues and recovery covers the pregnancy part
2. My 7 month old puppy named Isabelle covers the motherhood part
Part 1:
As I've mentioned in several other blogs, one of the hardest thing for my recovery from the stroke and brain surgery is having a part of my skull in my stomach. It is completely uncomfortable because it moves; finding closes that actually and are comfortable is impossible; tons of people have asked to see my scare where my skull is hanging out and/or ask to touch it. As I tell this to my sister-in-law, who just gave birth in August to my nephew, she said a lot of what I'm experiencing reminders her of her pregnancy. And several people have suggested I look at maternity pants cause they'll fit the best - don't know if I'm willing to make that lead yet.
Another issues that people said relate to pregnant women is sleeping. I have always pretty much slept on my left side. It's how I like to sleep. Guess where my brain was cut open and where my skull piece is now living? If you guessed my left side then your correct. So now I try to sleep on my right side or my back (which I hate). Almost every morning I've woken up with my head slightly swollen again because at some point during the night I have rolled over onto my left side without realizing it. My sister-in-law has offered to let me borrow her pregnancy pillow so I don't roll over.
Those are the major items regarding part 1.
Now part 2 - motherhood
In May, I got a pure-bred English Spring Spaniel puppy I named Isabelle. She is a beautiful dog and is super sweet - when she wants to be. She is also very smart, very friendly very mischievous, very fast, very playful, very snuggly and we're pretty sure she's the alfa dog of her litter.
Prior to my health issues, I worked hard (including going to training at a pet place in east Cobb) on getting her potty trained and respondent to commands. After I went to the hospital, my younger brother Blake, took Isabelle to Birmingham with him. He kept Isabelle for about 2 months and really kept up the training with her. My dad and I went and picked Isabelle up about 2 weeks ago, as Blake is a law student and needed to start studying for finals. So I've been at my parents house since we picked her up since I still don't have the strength to keep her by myself.
Now she was good for a couple days we got her back - but now she is testing the limits and since this past Saturday has been a little puppy brat!
-She's taken a bit out of mom's dinner when she walked away from the table to get a napkin
-Popped inside the house countless times
-Chewed on shoes, pillows, blankets, trash, etc
-Jumps on everybody
-Tries to chew on people
-jumped up on top of the kitchen table
-drank out of the toilet
These are just of a few of the things she's done. Her most recent bratty thing is refusing to come back in the house when let out to play or go to the bathroom. One day this week, my dad was late to work because he couldn't get her inside. And this morning was horrible. While I was out there with her, she chased after 3 kids who were walking to the bus stop (which is 4 houses down from my parents), chased after 2 cars and just ran around through our neighbors yards. Every time I would get close to her, she would thin dart off, like we were playing a game of chase. After about 45 min., and using a treat as a distraction (I know that's wrong but it was freezing out side and I was exhausted), I was finally able to put a leash on her and get her inside. She spent 30 minutes in the bathroom, which is her new time-out spot. And for the next couple of days she's only allowed outside on her leash.
I feel like Isabelle is like a 2-year-old child - she can drive me nuts and make me so angry, but at the end of the day I love her.
So with everything involved in part one and part two of this blog, I really think pregnancy and motherhood sound like a breeze :)
Here are two photos of Isabelle. The first is when I first got her and she was soo small. And then the second is a more recent photo:
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