It's been an unusually long time since I've blogged.
16 weeks (or 4 months) to be exact.
Life has a funny way of flashing by really quickly.
I feel like I just blinked and it's already mid-November.
I mean, Thanksgiving is literally 10 days away.
Not to worry, I already have all the food bought :)
Between pregnancy, adopting a fourth dog (I know, we're CRAZY), raising 10 baby chicks, building a laundry room, cleaning up the yard and organizing a nursery, I've been a little busy.
So, let's get to it.
PREGNANCY
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| 26 weeks - 14 to go! |
It's been an adventure.
Other than 4 weeks of being nauseous, the flu and a trip to the emergency room, I can't complain.
I can complain about the heartburn.
I carry Tums with me EVERYWHERE.
Some days, I need them.
Some days, I don't.
I guess it just depends on the day.
Coffee gives me terrible heartburn.
So I drink it with a glass of cold water and that seems to help.
Salad has been known to give me heartburn.
Spicy foods, surprisingly, mostly do not.
I can't figure it out.
So I am currently married to my Tums bottle.
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| Ultrasound - 18 weeks |
Alexander is very active.
Especially first thing in the morning and late at night.
He likes to kick after lunch time, too.
Speaking of food...I should mention my current love affair with food.
I've never been so in love with food before.
But I guess pregnancy does that to a girl.
Well, this girl anyway.
I have made some really delicious meals.
Homemade mozzarella, artichoke, salami, tomato and spinach pizza.
Spinach and goat cheese stuffed chicken.
Cinnamon pancakes -- from scratch, not the box! (I added cinnamon to recipe)
Chicken alfredo with bacon, broccoli and fresh mozzarella.
Tonight's meal? French dip and swiss with au jus and potato wedges.
Yes, I'm having a love affair with food.
I told you.
I look forward to cooking in my kitchen EVERY DAY.
ADOPTING ZOE HART
I could have killed Kelly when he told me we were going to foster a 1 year-old husky.
If you have never owned/fostered/rescued a husky, then you don't know the torture my husband was inflicting upon me.
Huskies stay puppies until they are between 2-3.
That basically translates to unnaturally high energy levels.
And peeing and pooping in the house.
And being--generally--rather difficult.
Oh my, I could have strangled Kelly.
Especially the night I was disgustingly sick with a nasty cold--and 7 weeks pregnant--and I discovered Zoe had a tick the size of a quarter on her.
She really didn't let us get too close to her the first week.
So, I found myself with a pair of tweezers and a very unhappy dog at 10:30 at night, trying to remove that stupid tick.
It was a success.
But then she pooped on my couch.
I can handle poop on the floor.
But MY COUCH?!
Kill. Me. Now.
I probably screamed, "TAKE HER BACK!" every week for the first three months.
For some reason, Kelly wouldn't listen to me.
He just kept telling me she would get better.
She didn't.
She made peeing on my floor a daily ritual until I finally threw my hands up in the air and said to God, "What am I supposed to do?"
Then, the funniest thing happened.
He answered.
Put her in the crate when you're not home.
She likes it in there.
She won't pee where she sleeps.
So, miraculously, it did work.
No accidents for two weeks.
PRAISE JESUS.
Zoe likes to cuddle.
All. The. Time.
It drives me insane.
My other three are not cuddlers.
They're "pet me and give me a belly rub, then leave me alone" dogs.
Not Zoe.
If she doesn't have a paw, leg, or her head somewhere on my body at all hours of the day, she's probably outside watching the chickens.
That's her life.
The dogs have adjusted well to her.
Zailey plays with her at all hours.
Niko snuggles up to her when he's cold.
And Abner--bless his old soul--tolerates her when she jumps on the bed and steps on his head.
We named Zoe Hart--not after Rachel Bilson's character in Hart of Dixie--but because I started calling her different names and the only thing she would respond to was "Zoe".
Her middle name is the name of the rescue we adopted her from: HAART.
They have given us our sweet little babies and we thought it was fitting.
So, now, she only responds to "Zoe Hart."
Not Zoe.
Zoe Hart.
You have to say the whole name.
The Hansen Chicks/Hens
We decided to get some baby chicks after I noticed my wild Bantam, Betty White, who lived in the field behind our house for 3 days before realizing life in the coop wasn't so bad.
She was all alone and moping around all the time.
So, I told Kelly, "She needs baby chicks or she will DIE of a broken heart."
Even though I've never been able to stand Betty White and her free spirit, I didn't want her to die of a broken heart.
So, we went to Atwoods and they had chicks for sale.
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| 1 week old |
We decided to get 10 of them.
There was a baby chick who kept laying its head flat on its back.
I told Kelly I needed the baby chick.
I knew there was some type of deformity and I couldn't imagine what would happen to the baby chick if the wrong person got a hold of it.
So, we brought home Special Needs.
I didn't expect her/him (we're not sure yet) to survive.
But sure enough, my RIR is still kicking and no longer lays its head on its back.
We shortened the name to "Special" and we have 11 very happy Hansen Hens.
There may be a rooster.
I can't say for sure yet.
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| 10 weeks - Special is middle bird |
Well, that's it for now.
I will update with the nursery and laundry room when they are finished.
Who knows when that will be.
But for now, I'm keeping busy with my four puppies and 11 hens.
And lots of resting :)
Jessi
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