Thirty-five

That is how many weeks preganant I am and how many days are left until the due date. Mark keeps a count down calendar in our kitchen of how many days are left. I just can't believe that I'm almost in my 9th month! As I was telling one friend, I think that before this pregnancy, I was concentrating so hard just on getting pregnant. Now that I'm almost at the end, I think I'm having a hard time realizing that this is only the beginning and that an actual child is going to be the result of all this time and effort! That probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense since what else could be growing inside of me? I guess those who have also struggled with infertility can understand exactly what I mean by this.

This week also marks the last week that we will have the cats with us. I am torn between feelings of sadness and relief. I have loved them and I have hated them. They were basically thrust upon me one Monday morning five years ago and we have taken care of them ever since then. Han will be going to a fellow teacher's home to live what I hope will be a long and happy life (he is such a sweet cat!). Chewy, unfortunately, must go to the SPCA. He is only nice to Mark and me. I feel really sad when I think about his fate but I also know that I couldn't bear to think of him scared, confused, and mistreated in someone else's home. He's had a good life. Better than most cats in this world if you think about it. And afterall, it's for the best-Emie's best. No injesting bits of kitty litter for my baby girl!