Slight spotting this morning. I was worried….
Called the midwife who asked a few questions.
“Did you have sex yesterday?” No.
“Are you having cramping?” No.
“What did you do that was out of the ordinary?” Well……I moved some furniture…..
“Don’t do that again.” Yeah…I definitely won’t.
She told me to watch it throughout the day…it remained mild and I didn’t have any cramping. Midwife N advised against sex for a week and to stay off my feet….she said it was probably some cervical blood from straining to hard with the heavy furniture. She was really sweet on the phone, calling me “hun”, etc. I think she sensed the concern in my voice.
I’m just relieved it stopped……..
In other not-fun news, tonight we found a dead cat….or really kitten (probably around 10 mos) in one of the mulch beds of our condo unit. 3 nights ago we had terrible rain here in Richmond. I went outside and saw this beautiful orange cat sitting under the awning of our building. He came up to me and circled around my feet, clearly starved for attention. He didn’t look underfed or dirty, but didn’t have a collar on. It was pouring and we felt badly leaving him out in the rain. I brought him inside our stairwell and sat on the concrete floor with him for quite a while. He was purring and crawled into my lap, where he fell asleep. K and I wanted to take him to the SPCA, but knew that they wouldn’t have been open late at night. We couldn’t put him in our condo with our 3 beagles. After much debating, we set out a comfy pair of pants for him to lay on underneath the awning (so he would have shelter) and decided that if he was there in the morning, we’d drive him up to the shelter. The next morning there was no sign of him, so we assumed he had run off. At lunch that day I asked K what we should name the orange cat if we saw him again. She chose GARTH. So, Garth he was……..we never saw him alive again…. I feel responsible, in a way, like we could have done more. K had offered to sleep in the car with him that night, just so we could keep him there until driivng him to a shelter the next day. I told her not to, and to see if he would be out in the morning. This cat was so sweet and would have made someone such a good furry friend. K and I are sad and wish it hadn’t turned out this way. Someone obviously hit him with their car, and didn’t even care enough to move his little body. All around, not the kind of news you like to come home to…..and an emotional day.