Interact with 100 # aggressive, muzzled intact male dogs
Lift 50 # bags of dog food
Inhale isofluorane while setting animals up for anesthesia
Clean litter boxes from hospitalized felines
Drink afternoon coffee due to the clinic sucking out one’s life blood
I did all of these things today alone. So there’s that. I almost feel my chosen profession is not really conducive to achieving a stress or risk free pregnancy. Good thing we are just pretending at this point.
On a side note, I had dinner with a wonderful friend and also her 1 1/2 old son. Holy balls. That age is all sorts of crazy. I cannot even pretend that I did not want to sneak to the bathroom. And to the bathroom, I really mean to my car. I swear that if this whole turkey-baster baby-making thing works, I better have tons of hormones that will make me love the child always. Especially when said child decides to become a heathen in public. And it wasn’t cause mom wasn’t attempting control the boy. It’s because the boy was not about to be controlled. He wasn’t even crying, he was just into everything that exists and was too energized and freaking me out.
At least our hospitalized patients are rocking it with awesome urination and no vomits. Holla. And progesterone fun sticks start this pm. I am wicked stoked.