Let's start with Friday.
On Friday nights I meet with the young women from my church and do some sort of uplifting activity with them. Since I found out the gender of baby Koelling on Monday, I made some "Gender Reveal Cupcakes" for them with the appropriate colored frosting filling (blue for a boy and pink for a girl), so when they bit into them at the same time they would find out what I was having.
I heard this can be some what anticlimactic, but I thought it was so much fun. On the count of three we all bit in at once, and with our mouths full of cupcakes and blue frosting everyone started screaming "IT'S A BOY!". It was a blast, and so much better than just telling them.
When I got home I just laid in front of my A/C unit and read a new book my friend, Joanna, recommended: "The Selection", by Kiera Cass. I take Joanna's book recommendations very seriously as she is the one that recommended "The Hunger Games" before it was on anyone radar. She is pretty much a book expert.
It was a really good book and I could have almost finished it in one sitting, but around midnight I heard a repeated banging sound in the living room. It went on for a good 20 seconds or so and I couldn't identify what it could possibly be. When Pat went to go check to see what it was he found Montee on the tail end of a seizure. I know a little bit about cat seizures and this one must have been really bad because he peed and threw up on the couch...poor guy. As the seizure ended we could tell that Montee was very scared and confused and didn't know where he was. His confusion lasted for about 15 minutes where we just tried to coddle him and tried our best to calm him down.
The comforting thing about seizures is that the cat is in no pain when the seizure is happening because they are unconscious. Even though watching your poor helpless cat go through a one of these violent fits it very traumatic, it is good to know that they aren't in any pain. That bad thing about seizures is that you never know when they are going to hit and obviously there is something wrong with the cat in order to have them.
Next, as Montee was coming out of his confused state we thought it would be nice to draw a bath for him as he loves his baths. As I was doing this I saw two GIANT cockroaches creeping out of the bottom hole of our drain stopper on the side of our tub. I DO NOT tolerate cockroaches. I would rather have cute furry mice than giant grotesque cockroaches. In the two years we have lived in our apartment I have never seen one cockroach and have felt so lucky, considering how old our apartment is. So, no knowing what to do Pat just covered up the whole with duck-tape and I emailed our management company.
Finally, we were able to go to bed once we stripped our coach down and started the soaking process of getting cat urine out of fabric. It was some Friday night.
Moving onto Saturday:
On Saturday, we spent the majority of the day at the Vet, trying to figure out what was wrong with Montee. And all I have to say about this is THANK GOD FOR PET INSURANCE. After our experience with Frido, we learned how horrible and costly it is to pay for pet medical care out of pocket. So, when we got Montee we weren't going to take any chances and signed him up for pet insurance. I bet a lot of you didn't even know that exists! But it does and I highly recommend it. It gave us so many more options and we could feel like good and responsible pet owners as we were able to perform all necessary (and expensive) tests with out a second thought.
After spending the day at the vet I came home and took a shower. Little did I know that I was NOT the only one that shower. During mid wash down I looked at the shower curtain and screamed for my life as I saw a giant cockroach. As I was screaming I could hear Pat laughing in the other room, as he knew perfectly well what I was screaming about. Earlier that day Pat cleaned the bathroom and took off the duck tape that was shielding us from these awful creatures, leaving me trapped as one snuck up the shower curtain and just wiggled his nasty antennas at me.
As Pat finally came mozying in he wanted to try to capture the cockroach (of course Pat can't kill anything- he always have to capture and release) with me in the shower. This was not going to happen, as I was TOTALLY vulnerable. In order to avoid the cockroach I ended up having to stand on tub and escape over our sink (which by the way I don't recommend any pregnant women scaling a slippery porcelain sink sopping wet, but I had no choice!). But alas, when I was as far away from the bathroom as possible, Pat capture the nasty thing and of course released it outside and I got the duck tape and covered up anything that resembled a hole while we wait for a more deadly solution.
Does anyone want to come stay with us!? I mean our apartment is awesome with a cat-pee-couch and cockroaches in the tub. Sick. Don't judge me.
Later that night I felt the baby kick for the first time as I was lying on my back. Unlike before, where I wasn't sure if it was the baby, there was no mistaking these punching feelings.
Then, to wrap up our event filled Saturday, we went out with some friends to dinner and to a pool hall. I am not good at pool but I think it is something I could really get into. It was so much fun and something that we would of never thought to do on our own.
Sunday and Monday were great, which made up for our Friday and Saturday. I had a wonderful family video conference where my sister Kim, who is due with her fourth child two weeks after me, revealed she is having a boy too! I am excited that baby Koelling will have some cousins that are the same age as him!
Needless to say, every spare moment I had throughout the weekend was spent scrubbing and rescrubbing our couch. However, all the hard work paid off because I am happy to report that we are now pee free.
It was weird as I went back to work this morning I felt that my weekend was SO LONG...that NEVER happens. Even we had some major not so good events, I think the good outweighed the bad.