I thought this morning that I was going to have a wonderful day but my lovely pregnancy hormones got the better of me.
It's always the smallest of things that set you over the edge isn't it?
I got up bright and early this morning and had my usual breakfast of yummy coco pops. And obviously I'm blaming the baby for my coco pops cravings..... And felt really positive about all my jobs I had to get done.
Our poor lovely Tigger needed to go to his vet appointment this morning cos he had a poorly eye which was making him very sorry for himself so I jumped (as much as a heavily pregnant woman can) into the shower.
First progress barrier: no shampoo!!!!! Surprisingly, this got me quite upset and panicky. I dived out the shower, dripping wet long and thick hair, and delved into my back up box. No back up bottle!!!!! Now what? I got back into the shower in tears trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't not wash my hair so I ended up using shower gel and lashings of thick conditioner to try and rescue my hair. My hair goes brittle within seconds if I don't use the right thing on it. So, mega disaster narrowly averted.
Then after getting myself barely ready, I got myself and my dog, Jimmy ready. I had heard somewhere in the past that it is best not to put a cat in a travel box until the last second as it is quite distressing for them.
Little did I know that it would be more distressing for myself than poor Tigger!
Second progress barrier: He wouldn't go in and he was sticking his legs out and pretty much screaming at me.
I let go of him and just started crying!!!!
I called my other half and cried down the phone to him. I wasn't sure what he would have done, but I called him anyway.
He suggested I call the vets to at least let them know I was going to be running late.
I called the vets and asked if they had a sure fire way of doing this process stress free and they did, and it was magic!!!!
She suggested I tip the crate on it's end so the open door was facing upwards, then grab Tigger by the scruff of his neck and lower him gently but firmly, back feet first, into the crate.
It was incredible. He went straight in and off I went to the vets.
My poor Tigger has got conjunctivitis!
After this all happening before lunch I was so exhausted. I just wanted to stay in and chill out after that. I just managed to do some housework but I have also done a few minor bits in the nursery too. It has made me feel so much better about 'being ready' for Jessica.
I've got just 11 days left until I'm being induced.
Next panic: my hospital bags!!!!!!!!!