Furry Child

I feel bad that all I ever seem to have to post about lately is my weekly updates. I wish I was more creative with ideas to talk about on here, so that I could post more often. I thought of something that has been on my mind the last few days. It is still about my child, but it is my furry child.

My baby boy Jigga, who is now 5 years old, has been in some pain for a while now. A while back ago, he got to where he would only walk on his front two legs. Yes, this sounds odd, but the dog is talented. I would get him down and inspect him all over to try to figure out what was wrong with him. We have taken him to multiple vet visits. Their only diagnosis was that he had yeast infections between his toes that made it painful for him to walk on. They would give him medicine, which seemed to help him walk on all fours. Then, as soon as the medicine was over, he would be back to the awkward walking after a month or so. We are puzzled.

I change vets to a man that has been a family vet for years, but he was a little bit more of a drive away for us. He is just a normal country man that will tell you like it is and is not all about making the money off of you. I trust him and his judgment. I took Jigga to him back in June to look him over. He said right away it was not his feet as he mumbled some disgustment in the other vet. He smashed his finger between Jigga's toes and smelled it. Gross, I know. I told you he was just a country boy. Forget smearing stuff on slides and looking under the microscope. Why not just smell it?! lol A yeast infection would stink. He said Jigga's toes smelt better than most dogs he's smelled, which made me feel pretty good. However, he did say that Jigga was the first dog he had seen walking this way in a long time and that it didn't look good. He prescribed him medicine, which also really helped. After it was over, Jig was back to funny walking.

I finally worked up the nerve to call him again to go ahead and schedule an appointment for him to get x-rayed tomorrow. I will have to leave him with him all day, and he can't eat or drink after 10 PM tonight. My poor baby. I am so nervous as to what he will tell me is wrong. Jigga, like most pitbulls, can jump plum over my head in one spring. He once lunged at a balloon floating around the kitchen and popped it. From then on, we thought it was fun and cool to hang something from the ceiling that he could jump at until he got it down. He always would. It was so much fun for him, and he was always willing to show off to anyone new that came over. He was anxious to run over there and show them his trick. I am convinced that this crazy jumping has hurt his back or hips. I would feel horrible for contributing to this pain by letting him jump like that, but he really did enjoy it. I am just hoping that the vet will not tell me that he should be put to sleep. I know that is so selfish of me, and I know I will have to do it if he feels that is necessary. I am just not ready, like we most of the time, never are. He did suggest that he may be able to keep him on medication for the rest of his life that will relieve whatever pain he is in while walking. I am hoping that will be the case. We would then have to take him for routine blood work to make sure his organs were functioning correctly after taking all of this medicine. He not only has messed his back up, he now walks flat footed on the front two feet. All of the pressure from holding up the rest of the body has smushed his feet flat to where they spread out. They are supposed to walk on their toes. I just hope everything goes well tomorrow, and we are able to fix his problem in some way or another. I am just not ready to let go of my baby boy and our special moments together. Remember this post?


Ok, I am getting sad, so I will talk about peanut. I have been feeling a lot more movement these last couple of weeks. It is more like little thumps here and there. I haven't felt as many these last couple of days, which always makes me worry. I know I shouldn't, but I always do. My tummy goes up and down depending on what I eat. Some days I feel huge and others I feel small again. My pants are getting smaller, because now not only do I need to unbutton them, I need to also unzip a little. I wore my first maternity outfit on October 12th. The jeans that I bought at Kids Market barely fit. Two of them don't, and the other pair may only fit a little while longer. I am making these work pants last though with this wonderful Bella Band. I don't know what I would do without it.

I find out what I am having in only 2 1/2 more weeks. My next appointment is November 6th, and I am super duper excited and anxious. I can't wait to know. I am also excited that Kyle will be going back with me to this appointment. I like when he gets to experience it with me too. I told him not to worry with coming to the ones in between unless he wanted, because I am literally there for 10 minutes. A friend told me that I can use a DVD to record the ultrasound. I plan to try to remember to take one just in case I can. How awesome would that be?

I started looking at cribs online this past weekend. The anal organized person in me, made me paste all of the ones I like so far into a Word doc so that I could compare them. Below is my favorite one so far, but I've really only loved at two sites. My mind may change. Of course, I like one of the more expensive ones. I want a convertible crib so that it will change into a toddler bed. So, I made sure the headboard would still look pretty when it was a normal bed.


I have been dying to look at bedding, but its hard when I don't know what I'm having yet. I have still looked, but I get discouraged when I don't know what color I'm looking for. I don't like the traditional things. I like more modern or contemporary things. I am not big at all on the animals, trains, airplanes, and stuff like that. I like shapes, designs, or patterns. Hopefully, I will find something I love once we know.

Here is the weekly update from the bump.com on my 17th week:

Your Pregnancy: Week 17

Though increased blood flow is good for baby, it might be making you a little...damp. Body secretions (think sweat, mucus, nosebleeds, and vaginal discharge) are in full force. This week might also mark the first time you feel baby move inside you, but don't worry if it's another two months before you notice anything. (Or realize that this time, it's actually not gas.)

Baby's now the size of an onion!Baby's skeleton is hardening, changing from rubbery cartilage to bone, and fat is finally accumulating around it. His umbilical cord is getting thicker and stronger, and those little fingers and toes now feature one-of-a-kind prints.

[ tip ] Soothe those awful itchies with an oatmeal soak. Add a cup of fine-ground oats to running bath water. Afterward, pat (don't rub!) yourself dry and moisturize like crazy.

Precious Moments

I love my dogs! They know how to make me feel so loved. I have 3 pitbulls, and they are all big babies – especially when it comes to their mommy! I spoil them so bad! Each one of them has a special ritual or thing they do with me at different times of the day.

Jigga is my morning baby. Not because he is the only one up with me, because the others are up too playing around. He just likes to do the morning rituals with me. He sits in the corner of my room by the bathroom door until I am ready to get in the shower. When I go to close the door, he refuses to be shut out. He jumps right up and squeezes in the door before it shuts. He then will curl up on one of the two rugs in the floor. For a while, I laid a towel down for him because he likes to bunch the rugs up into a bed and I hate fixing them all the time. This morning there was no towel. This morning Jigga was extra needy. He went from rug to rug and wouldn’t lie down. When I took my pajama pants off, he rammed his head into them. I was holding them in my hands and he rubbed his head on them again and looked at me. I knew exactly what he wanted. I normally put them on the counter, but this morning I laid them in the floor. He immediately lied down and put his head and front two paws on top of my pile of pants. I guess this is a like a security blanket for him. Not only are they probably warm from me wearing them, but he has comfort in knowing those are his mommy’s pants! I just thought it was the sweetest thing…call me stupid. haha He waits until I get out of the shower and head for the door before he stands up. Then, he will go out somewhere else in the house for a while. Yesterday morning, he wanted to put makeup on with me. He especially likes or maybe it is that he hates my makeup brushes. I pick at him with them and brush his nose or whiskers and he will slowly bite at them. So, yesterday, he got his little nose powdered. He sits there and leans his head all the way back and just watches me put my make up on, so what am I to assume besides that he wants some too! haha

Serenity, aka Licky Floy aka Penny, is Jigga’s mom and my oldest of the three. She will be 8 years old this July. She is getting a little grouchy in her old age. Her ritual with me is at night. She loves to be under the covers by my legs. She jumps up on the couch and stares at me. If I ignore her, she rams her head into me and leaves it there. She is telling me to lift up the covers, please. If I don’t, she will literally stand there forever with her head pressed against me. So, I lift up the covers and under she goes. She’s one happy puppy then. She will sleep forever under there and even sometimes dream. She will eventually get hot and start panting so I have to make her get down. We really have tried to stop them from getting on our couch, so she doesn’t get to do this often any more. They have their own bedroom with their own sectional couch. They all have their own blanket in there. So, when I put them to bed at night I usually cover her up and she is set for the night.

Beyonce aka Be is a special dog. She is so different that I don’t even know how to explain her. I think she is very needy because she is the third and youngest dog. She fights for attention really bad with the others. She likes to hit me if I am not paying her any attention. She really hates when I get on the laptop, so she will sit and stare at me. If I ignore her long enough she will do this talking growl thing. It is so funny, but sometimes so annoying. I have to make her lie down to stop starring at me. I can’t really think of a ritual with her unless you count the bathroom. She likes to go in the bathroom with me. I will kind of push the door to as I am walking in and half the time it shuts on her because she is trying to squeeze in before it closes. I know this is probably not the best to talk about on here, but it is funny. While I am sitting, she will come up and put her paw on my leg. I don’t know what her deal is with that. I push it down and she puts it right back up there. I guess she thinks I am sitting to pet her or something. She is so funny. She is a totally different dog than my other two. You just have to know her. I guess I could say another thing with her and me is that she wants to lay right on top of me. I held her almost the entire time she was a puppy. I was the one who rushed her to the hospital and babied her when she was bitten as a puppy. I guess we just have that special lap dog relationship. So, she never gets to get on the couch with me because she suffocates me. She no longer is a puppy and is now like 60-70 lbs. She wants to pile up in a ball on my chest. The more I tell her to get down, the more she inches up closer to my face. She is special to say the least. haha

So, those are my precious moments with my furry children. They are something else. They know how to pick me up when I am down, love me unconditionally, and they need their mommy’s love!