I have had the day from hell. I am currently sitting in a wet bed. It all seemed to cascade. Let me back up a little…

3am. That’s when I woke up and found that Den is sick enough that he is snoring even on his side. If I’m already asleep (as I was when he went to bed) I am fine, but now that I’m awake? Problematic.

3am – 6am I slept fitfully, if at all. I had a weird dream, which led to me waking up drenched in sweat, sheets sticking to me everywhere. Gross, gross, gross.

Spent some time with Den, only to find out that he wasn’t getting up until 8am – he had an appointment this morning. Damnit. So, due to my gross side of the bed, I got up to eat and sit at my other computer while he slept (or tried to.

Which led to… the dogs both going nuts because I was up and he wasn’t. I took Zoe out to do her business, which she did. She proceeded to whine for 2 hours, driving me a little nuts.

8am Den got up and had a shower. I immediately threw the sheets in the wash to clean them, and then had to take Zeeke out because he was flipping out at me needing to go.

When I got back in, Zoe was flipping out. I told her just because Zeeke got to go out doesn’t mean she does, she JUST went out two hours ago and did her thing. (The dogs go out first thing in the morning, then in the afternoon, then before bed. They’re on a schedule, and they do FINE with it, unless the schedule gets messed up like today.) She whined whined whined. I was already in a bad mood, as I just wanted to go back to bed but couldn’t, because the sheets were in the damn wash.

In the meantime, Zeeke puked all over the living room floor – thankfully hardwood. I told Den to deal with it (which he did).

9am Den left for his appointment.

9:02am I walked into the bedroom to get something to find a huge amount of urine all over the bare mattress. My head nearly popped right off in a temper fit. I know who did it – Zoe. Partly my fault? Yes. I shouldn’t have ignored her. But why didn’t she pee outside when I took her???? Why why why would she have saved up all her damn pee?? And if she had to have an accident in the house why iin the god’s name did she have to pee on the fucking mattress??

So I sprayed the fuck out of it with our cleaner and tried to soak up as much urine as possible with paper towels. The room still reeked of urine. The dogs – now crated to give me some room – barked constantly. I wanted to throttle someone.

And THEN – oh I’m not done yet! – then I try to feed the cats seperately because Merlin’s on special food due to his medical condition. I put Jo in the basement with his food, but Jo ran upstairs to eat Merlin’s food. Opened the door to put Jo back downstairs – who was squirming in my hands – and Merlin ran past my feet downstairs. Dropped Jo, ran down to grab Merlin… and THAT’S when I discovered our basement had flooded. See, our washing machine drains into a fucking laundry tub downstairs in our basement. It’s a stupid ass set-up done by the previous owners, and we haven’t the cash to hire someone to fix it. It’s flooded before, so it’s not a new thing. But it hadn’t flooded since we got our new washer months ago – we thought we were safe now, since this washer uses much less water than our old one. Hahahaha. Yeah. Idiots.

I call Den and just start ranting, the dog pissed on the bed, the bedroom smells of urine, and the basement flooded. Den asked, “Hon, my fireplace pieces… are they in the water?” Shit fuck shit. I check. Most of them are out of harm’s way. The main mantel piece however? Standing directly in the water. And it’s huge – and heavy. No way I’m moving it. Sure enough, water has wicked partway up the legs and has damaged the wood already.

So Den ended up coming home early to clean up the water mess in the basement with our shop-vac (favorite thing ever). I went to the store to buy some Nature’s Miracle, an enzyme urine cleaner, and soaked the mattress with it to get the stain and odor out. Den thankfully somehow managed to put me in a better mood just by being home. But it’s obvious that our mattress is not going to be dry anytime soon.

We cleaned off the futon in our “spare room” (future baby’s nursery) and put clean sheets on it, so at least Den has somewhere to sleep. I ended up falling asleep there all evening. But you know what… I woke up feeling horrible. I don’t like that mattress at all. It used to be “okay” – too small for both of us at the same time, for sure, but it felt fine to sleep on – but now that I’m pregnant? No way. One of my requirements before I got pregnant was a new pillow-top king size mattress, and damn but did I make the right choice. Den actually prefers the futon to a point, it’s firmer… but there is simply no way I’ll be comfortable on that thing.

I dabbed up most of the wetness I could, then put the clean sheets on our mattress… I only put blankets on half of it though. Thankfully Zoe peed mostly on den’s side of the bed, so I have about a third of the bed that’s okay. I just can’t move too far to my left, or I’ll be sleeping in wetness. Ugh.

And that, ladies and gentleman, was my day. Oh, except for the fact that I was violently dry-heaving over the toilet in between putting sheets on the bed. Yeah that’s fun. Stomach is upset today. On the good side of things, the mattress does seem to be stain-free at this point, and the smell is gone. So once it dries it should be fine. I just don’t know how long the sucker is going to take to dry out. Although, with Den snoring the way he is lately… he’s accusing me of soaking the mattress on purpose to make him sleep on the futon. LOL

I don’t know what I’d do without Den’s sense of humor. I was in such a foul mood all morning, but after he came home he managed to get me to laugh and relax a little.

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Just wanted to make a note that I layed on my back yesterday to feel my uterus and was having a bit of trouble until I realized it comes up to my belly button now! Last time I checked it was an inch or two below it. Sometimes I feel Devin kick low down, sometimes now it’s up higher, just below my belly button. Guess it depends where he’s facing. It’s weird that he moves around like that.

My pregnancy calendar says that he should be around 7 inches long (crown to rump, not crown to feet!) by 20 weeks!! Holy crap. That’s huge! I can’t believe something that big is in my belly and I’m not bigger than I am. lol