I'm fairly sure I shouldn't be having any more children. While at the pediatrician's office today, I heard several newborn cries. Those cries once made my boobs harden and squirt milk in several directions. Those cries once made me want to grab the crying baby and hug the warmth and smell the sweet smell of milk and tears and baby shampoo.
Today I thought someone brought a cat to the doctor's office. And tortured it.
We have 2 neighborhood cats that both love to shit in our yard so our idiot dog can then roll in the shit and come inside smelling awful. The same 2 cats use our front porch as their territorial fighting ground. They scream and moan and go on for the longest time, or at least until I take a broom out there. The babies crying today sounded just like a mating or fighting cat. I didn't want to hold it. I wanted to get my broom.
Calling for the vasectomy soon.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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I TOTALLY need to convince my husband the snip job WILL happen. I say it's totally fair--I was sliced and gutted like a deer when Morgan was born; I've endured years of birth control pills and whatever joys they bring with them. HE can certainly slap a bag of frozen peas on his twig and giggle berries and be uncomfortable for a few days.
:)
Don't do it!! Not yet, just one more. I will be different when it's your own little screaming cat.... :o)
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