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Things are much better today. I measured my blood pressure this morning and it was 12 which is kinda high but then in the afternoon it was only 10. And that after going to get my tires fixed, running into the rudest auto shop owner in the universe who accused me of lying when I said to him that he really had told me that he was open 8 to 6 on Saturday when I called him the previous day. Apparently, "Are you open on Saturdays" and then "What times?" is not clear enough for him to give me his Saturday hours. I pointed to him the piece of paper where I had written it. He did fix my tire even though he was closing but he was so incredibly rude and horrible to me my pregnancy hormones kicked in and I cried all the way home. I think it was just stress from other things getting to me because seriously, fuck that guy. I was going to buy tires to him and I said something like that before leaving and his answer was "Do whatever the hell you want". Which means he's not getting my hard earned money. What a shithead.
So you can imagine, I got home after that and a few minutes later measured my blood pressure, I expected it to be sky high but turns out perhaps all that crying did me good. I'm sure that playing with little shaved-belly helped.
And some pictures. She was extremely uncooperative so you really can't see just how cute the shaved belly is, really but they were the best I could do:
I swear to you, she has not gotten that fat, it's just a really bad picture! She looks like she ate another cat!
And here's another bad pic where at least you can tell she hasn't gotten superfat. She is getting a bit tubby though so we're limiting her food intake a bit. She'll be back in the garden part of the day in early December when we'll finally be done with her medication. The exercise will do her good.
So you can imagine, I got home after that and a few minutes later measured my blood pressure, I expected it to be sky high but turns out perhaps all that crying did me good. I'm sure that playing with little shaved-belly helped.
And some pictures. She was extremely uncooperative so you really can't see just how cute the shaved belly is, really but they were the best I could do:
I swear to you, she has not gotten that fat, it's just a really bad picture! She looks like she ate another cat!
And here's another bad pic where at least you can tell she hasn't gotten superfat. She is getting a bit tubby though so we're limiting her food intake a bit. She'll be back in the garden part of the day in early December when we'll finally be done with her medication. The exercise will do her good.