Mars

Wow, I haven't been here in weeks! I'm sorry, self, that I haven't written in so long. So what is new?

I did not conceive mid-January like I'd hoped, which was hard to deal with, and not at all surprising. I went to see my doctor at the beginning of February, but Dr. J. was away on vacation, so I saw her replacement, a young, understanding woman. I brought up my issues, and told her I suspected PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). She came up with a list of tests for me to undergo, both blood and ultrasound. I finally got in for my ultrasound yesterday, so now I will just need to wait a few more days for my results, and go from there.

I also saw a surgeon in January, who assessed my cyst and decided I could have it removed. I was beside myself with relief and gratitude. Eleven days ago, after seven long years, I finally had this eyesore cut out of my scalp. It was a strange sensation; half my head was frozen. The doctor put in five or six stitches, and they are being removed tomorrow. It will take a while to heal, but I am a happy gal.

I'm not sure if I have ever talked about Tristan's kitty in previous blogs, so I will have to give her a name: Tabby. Not original, but this was her temporary name while she was in the shelter. She is about a year and a half old now, and we recently discovered that she is pregnant! Who is the father, you ask? Kitteh, of course. Despite our best efforts, there was a rendezvous between the babies, neither of whom is fixed because of little kitty illnesses, and we estimate she is eight weeks pregnant, due sometime in April. Of course, this is just a guess based on her last heat cycle and when Kitteh was rather amorous, so she could be due sooner or later. We are ready for the kittens either way. One week from today is Kitteh's first birthday.

During the same week as my doctor's appointment last month, Montana came down with a nasty cold. I suspected strep throat, and took her with me to my appointment. The doctor took a swab of her throat because she couldn't see anything, and sent her for x-rays to rule out pneumonia. That was Montana's first time being x-rayed, so she was pretty nervous. I didn't get a call, so she seemed to have neither illness. She and I took the week off so she could rest, and she had a fever almost the entire time.

There has been some good news and bad news for DW recently, both involving ex-girlfriends and children.

The good news is, thanks to someone's online sleuthing, we have the email address and home address of DW's ex-girlfriend Korn. When we lived in Alberta, the two of them met and started dating shortly before our move back home, and Korn decided to come with us. A few weeks after Montana was born, Korn announced her own pregnancy. She then made a similar decision, and moved home to have the baby. We kept in touch with her, and had a few visits with her and the baby, a girl, named Jupiter. The last time I saw her was when I took Montana out there for the disastrous visit with her father, when she was almost five and Jupiter was two weeks away from her fourth birthday. Soon after, Korn met someone online, and moved to New Jersey to be with him, leaving all contact we had with her behind in Alberta. It has been more than four years since we have heard anything. DW has been heartsick ever since, so finding her is a ray of hope for him. He is thinking about what to do, discussing it with a lawyer, and will hopefully figure out a way to contact his daughter, who is now eight years old and in grade three.

The bad news is, Ink seems to be into drugs again. I don't know all the details, but DW is stressed out knowing that she is being reckless when Lil Kub is in her care, and has reported her to the social worker again. I don't know what has come of that yet, if anything, but I will be calling to find out.

I'm sure there has been more going on, but I can't think of anything else worth mentioning, so I will update when I can!