Week 33

Tomorrow marks the start of Week 34. So I figured it was high time I put up the Week 33 post. I'm starting to feel run down again in the evenings and after a full day of work the last thing I want to do is sit at the computer, hence this blog, as well as most of my other personal correspondences, has suffered from neglect.

The good news is I have decided to stop work at the end of Week 35 so I only have two weeks of work to go - November 5 will be my last day of work. Yahooo! As I get larger and larger I'm finding it increasingly difficult to sit in the ridiculous number of meetings I'm required to attend each day -and while I'm sitting in meetings, I'm not getting any work done. Then I find myself feeling very behind with work and generally run down at the end of each day. This is not the way I want to spend the last few weeks before the baby arrives. I'd prefer to take the time to relax, be calm, focus and prepare myself as best I can - physically, mentally and emotionally for the birth.

Another added advantage of not going to work is the ability to have a Nana-nap every day since I'm now sleeping better in the mornings/day than I am at night. Nights seem to bring an onslaught of various discomforts and sleep is futile. Somehow none of these various discomforts strike if I try to have a little sleep in the middle of the day. And it's not the Wombat's fault either - it seems to be equally as active at night and during the day. Even when it is active, it's a gentle little being. I've only received one whacking good kick to the ribs this whole time - the rest of the time it just wriggles around, softly exploring the capabilities of its little body and the bounds of its ever-squeezy surrounds.

We've got another doctor's appointment on Thursday of this week. We'll be interested in seeing what sort of growth progress the Wombat has made. It certainly feels like its gained weight and gotten a lot bigger.

The great thing about Week 33 is we made it through without fainting anywhere! I still feel dizzy off and on but no actual fainting, so this is good news.

Week 33 also marks the point where our dog, Bodhi, officially went insane. Granted, she's never been entirely right in the head and is prone to strange tendencies like Doggie OCD (although as it turns out, we drove her to this with laser pointer exercise) - however at this juncture I fear she's gone over some sort of mental precipice, never to fully return. When we lived in Brisbane, we worked with a fantastic dog trainer to cure the running in circles and barking (manifestation of the aforementioned Doggie OCD brought on by laser pointer sessions). Turns out chasing a laser pointer is not at all satisfying for a dog because it's all hunt and no 'kill'. This goes against tens of thousands of years of dog evolution, apparently, and even a domesticated couch potato like Bodhi can't manage that level of behavioural departure from the canine species as a whole. So the trainer instructed us to a) stop with the bloody laser pointer and - amongst other things - b) throw her treats and let her 'hunt' them down and 'kill' them. So we did. This appeared to work marvellously until earlier this week when some sort of thin grey wiring snapped in her head. Pre-snap, we'd dump her food in her bowl and she would inhale it in less than a minute. Post-snap we dump her food in her bowl and she just sits there and looks at us...and then barks at us...until we pick up the entire bowl and throw the food around the back patio. Then she runs around like mad and inhales her food in a minute or less. So after a few days of throwing food around the back patio, we decided this also must be some sort of unhealthy doggie OCD so we decided to just leave the food in the bowl and see what happens. No Pug would ever starve themselves, right? This was yesterday and the food sat there ALL DAY. And whenever she would get near it she would stare at us and beg for it to be thrown around. No dice. So it was that just before bed last night we decided to move the food bowl in the house so it didn't draw critters overnight and then try again in the morning. Mick put it on the floor by her water bowl, at which point she ran over and literally inhaled every last kibble from the bowl. This is after staring at it outside a mere 2 minutes earlier. So she is officially insane.