The kittens are getting mobile. This is going to be fun! And for some damn reason we seem to be totally willing to keep all of the bastards. I know, I know... Mary you definitely get one. I know, I know... I hate cats and have adverse nasal responses to them. But these stupid kittens are so damn adorable. I could sit for hours and just watch them fall over each other and slip on the bathroom floor. Who needs tv? This is real life.
Eric and I visited my grandparents on Easter. I feel for my grandfather and grandmother. She endured a difficult life while he drank. Now he is enduring her in her poor health and old age. They must have had some happy times at some point? Either way, it gives me something to work for with Eric. Although, I don't think "work for" is exactly the correct way to put it. Yes, you do need to "work" at a relationship - but in my eyes, its not really "work." It is all about fucking communication. Bitch at each other. Make fun of each other. Laugh at and with each other. Care for each other. And most importantly, talk to each other. Everything else should fall into place. Don't be a fucking martyr and and bottle it up. Speak! These rules apply to all relationships, damnit.
I am fucking pregnant! It is really starting to show and freak me out. I need to get health care for baby Alex. I need to pack my bags for the hospital. I need to fill out paperwork for the hospital. I need to take a Lamaze class. I need to stop eating ice cream.
Labels: life, pets, pregnant