I'm 10 weeks today! It feels like a big accomplishment seeing how it puts me in double digit zone. I never got this far with pregnancy/miscarriage #1. We celebrated (yeah right!) with our dog, Oscar, who blessed our home with a horrible case of diarrhea at 2am. Not quite the 10 week celebration we had in mind. Poor pup. It's probably my fault for giving him a few pieces of popcorn after dinner. Note to self: This dog will never get popcorn again. This is a really gross post so only read if you're not eating and are brave. But the last six hours of my life have been filled with....well, massive grossness.
Most of my acute morning sickness happens in the middle of the night, so waking up to a dog disaster around 2am such as this one was a perfect storm. It was one of those things that wakes you thinking "what's that smell?" then you turn the lights on dreading what you're about to see, only to discover a horrible scene far worse than you feared. We pulled out the carpet cleaner, sopped everything up, and cleaned the carpet like mad. Oscar was put in the master bathroom for the rest of night where at least it's tiled. Kevin and I couldn't handle the horrible smell that lingered so we ended up sleeping in our guest room while Oscar stayed alone in the bathroom. At least I left the light on for him. Poor dude! I had a hard time falling asleep until after 3am because I was so incredibly nauseated.
I woke up around 7am hoping the worst part was over. But unfortunately, I was wrong. Now the master bathroom was covered in Oscar's illness. This time it was too much for me to bear. What started with me gagging turned into more. I puked. Twice. Kevin was already at work so I was solo on cleanup duty for this one! I'm proud to say that I did it, though. It's a freakin' miracle! I'm proud because this makes me feel like I can do anything I put my mind to!
I'm trying to look at the bright side. Waking up in the middle of the night to horrific bodily fluids from a creature I love is a good training camp for baby, right? There has to be a bright side, so I'll tell myself this is it.
Update: As if the morning poo-mageddon 2014 wasn't enough....
After work while taking out the garbage, Kevin accidentally stepped in dog poo and dragged it all over the carpet in the house. He graciously got the carpet cleaner out and cleaned it up. When it was all done, he went to empty the poo-water bucket into the toilet when it accidentally fell over dumping about a gallon of said poo-water all over the bathroom. I'm talking the walls, the floor, EVERYTHING was covered in horrific poo water. A few expletives later, he pulled from his firefighting hazmat training and spent the next 30 minutes cleaning and disinfecting everything. Let's just say I'll die a happy woman if I never have to confront this much dog poo ever again in a single day!
Sometimes you just have to laugh at it all. :)