tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64368372024-03-08T11:18:08.355-08:00PickledCherubBeautiful Things, No Bullshit.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.comBlogger467125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-47063336815946463572010-07-18T13:52:00.000-07:002010-07-18T14:17:56.717-07:0037 weeks, four daysIt's getting so that I'm not ravenous. Did I mention I stopped gaining weight? I imagined that I'd gain weight forever, but one day my hunger was gone. I have to remind myself to eat now. <br /><br />We moved the dogs to their new sleeping area last night. They are in the hallway between the bed and the bathroom, behind a baby gate. I thought they'd cry or at least seem upset about not being able to sleep on the bed with us, but they handled it really well. It was hard that every time I got up to pee they got all excited about maybe being released. <br /><br />I finished packing the birth bag this morning. Clothes for me, Chris and baby, some diapers, toothbrush and toothpaste. We need to add the cameras to it too. <br /><br />She could come any day. Last night in bed I felt kind of afraid of labor, specifically of Transition. Afraid of being out of control. And that's not something I've been worried about. But last night for ten minutes I was really freaked out about it. I think these little freak outs are good for me. It's good to let the fears surface, and to examine them, and to let them go. <br /><br />I'm getting all of these life skills out of this pregnancy and the impending parenthood. I'm learning to state my needs clearly. Which means, a lot of the time, learning to say no to people. Or at least to say "not now." I'm learning not to run away from fear.<br /><br /> Deciding to have a natural childbirth has been for me a way to face fears and to conquer them. It's so much easier in a way to say "I'm going to take the drugs, I don't want to feel anything, I want to be as uninvolved as possible, you do it, Doc." I understand that, I really do. The illusion of control that a hospital birth, with pain relievers and labor enhancers offers is appealing, but it is just an illusion. Birth is not something that can be controlled. (Unless it's a scheduled c-section.) It's this lack of control that freaked me out last night. When labor starts is not up to me. <br /><br /> But I believe that I can do this thing, and that my body was made to do it.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-37822674509129268362010-07-16T11:13:00.000-07:002010-07-16T11:29:12.343-07:0037 weeks, two daysI'm officially full term as of two days ago, and in the past week I feel like my body, this pregnancy, has completely changed. Physically, my face has filled out, although I haven't gained any weight. I woke up on Wednesday with stretch marks on my formerly smooth abdomen. I'm slightly puffier all over. And the baby, she feels huge. She feels like a little person with bones and limbs and toes. I'm not as ravenously hungry as I was two weeks ago. In fact, I'm less hungry now than before I was pregnant. Emotionally I'm different too. I don't like it when Chris is not around. I'm organizing things, cleaning. But not in a grumpy way. I was freaked out about our house not being ready, but now I'm a lot calmer. And, surprisingly enough, I have a ton of sexual energy. Sure, I can't really move that well, but I feel like I'm 18 all over again.<br /><br />We still don't have a name. We don't have any part of a name, actually. We don't know what last name to use, or if we should create a hybrid last name. <br /><br />I've been having trouble staying hydrated, which is crazy. I drink so much water, but I'm not getting enough salt. I started putting salt in my hot chocolate last night. It's super yummy. I drank a whole bottle of an organic electrolyte drink yesterday. <br /><br />We still haven't packed our birth bag, or installed the car seat. <br /><br />And then there's going to be a point when the pregnancy is over, and the parenting begins.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-20130470561006914752010-06-20T11:37:00.001-07:002010-06-20T11:58:42.170-07:00And then I got knocked up . . .I'm 33 weeks and 4 days pregnant. Which means I'm pretty close to giving birth, or at least to the opening of the window of when I can safely give birth at home or the birth center. And since we just moved a week ago, the house is not really ready. We're half moved in. There are boxes half unpacked in the kitchen and Chris's office is a pile of things with nowhere to go. We don't have anything but a few blankets and some clothes for the baby, and the infant car seat Marian and Katy got us. I ordered some diapers this morning and that made me feel better. We're going the cloth diaper route. <br /><br />The little one is thumping around inside me and Chris is taking a shower. The dogs are splayed out across my maternity pillow at the foot of the bed. I love our new house. It's on the East Bay Trail, so there's always birds chirping and waves gently crashing and little mammals that look like squirrels popping out from between the rocks. <br /><br />I want to give birth here. It feels so peaceful. But I have a few worries about it. One, there is a train that cuts off the peninsula we live on. If we needed to transport to the hospital for whatever reason and the train were there . . . it could be a while before we could get through. Unless we played pregnant hobo and jumped the train. Two, I worry about the midwives not being comfortable here, or there being another birth at the same time and they need to go to the center. I don't want to be selfish, I guess. The birth center is lovely, it's beautiful, it has a giant bathtub and lots of great things to recommend it, but I couldn't really go outside. And, the drive from here to there while in labor seems like it would be stressful or distracting. Three, we'd have to pack food to bring, in addition to everything else. For some reason, the catering of the birth is one of my big concerns.<br /><br />It's not like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm stuck between two very nice soft places.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-23651247265596282952007-10-16T08:33:00.001-07:002007-10-16T08:50:55.838-07:00In the BeginningFor the past three weeks I've been fully immersed in Pilates. I even had a dream about it. Mostly it was a video montage of all the Pilates I've been doing, in my studio here, in my studio in Seattle, at the Community Center, at Community College, in Martha's apartment, etc. <br /><br />I started teaching my first class last week at the Community Center. The first hour was intensely horrifying for me. A bunch of people were at the wrong room (no fault of their own), and so we started late, and I was nervous and sweaty, and so I blabbed on about Pilates and we really hardly got through the exercises. No one wa listening to me, or understanding what I was saying, and there were a couple of people who didn't want to curl their head up because of their necks, and I was like "What am I doing wrong?! Why is this impossible?" When the hour was over, everyone seemed pretty happy and even a few people came up to me to talk about private things. It was like they didn't even notice how terrible I was! <br /><br />Talking to my teachers about the experience, they all said their first class was horrible too, and that it takes a while to find your voice. My second class went much better (there were only four people, but also one toddler and one baby). It is still difficult, and yesterday I totally forgot to teach the Roll-up. The whole class felt strange to me because I knew I had left something out, but couldn't remember what.<br /><br />This week I start my observation hours at the studio. I get to watch the other teacher teach. Our focus this week is . . . FEET! Observation is nice because I get to just watch and take notes. It's interesting to see which clients want to talk, and which ones keep quiet. Talking doesn't necessarily mean losing focus, but it also is a good way for a client to avoid too much exercise.<br /><br />School up in Seattle has been really great so far. I love the teachers and my colleagues come from very interesting backgrounds. Plus I get to spend time with Katie and Alice. Next time I go up I'm going to try to see some other people too. But after six hours of Pilates I get kind of tired and just want to eat dinner and sit by the fire.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-1314231760832557502007-09-10T22:10:00.000-07:002007-09-10T22:14:35.088-07:00BrooklynThe wedding was great! I think I might publish my sermon on the mount, but I'm so tired right now! We have no concrete plans for our ten minutes in NYC, but hope to see the majority of friends. Chris' sister is so sweet and cute and we're in a comfy room in Park Slope. <br /><br />I'll write some more when I get a chance.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-14863038159298856652007-09-07T19:28:00.001-07:002007-09-07T19:31:11.535-07:00BBQI'm sitting in the Family Room in Madison. There is a lovely group of people outside but I am taking a break from the Mosquitoes!<br /><br />Amanda is talking to Wylie, her lover, and I'm just trying to keep my cool. Tomorrow I marry the lovely couple, and I'm only a teeny bit nervous.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-62010851103837722382007-09-03T21:07:00.000-07:002007-09-03T21:11:55.294-07:00Flying AwaySo, we're going to a wedding! Lindsay's wedding! I even wrote out a first draft of the ceremony. I've got my ducks in a row, now it's time to put them in a suitcase.<br /><br />French Bingo tonight was a no-show. Just me and Emily, the manager, talking bout break ups. I had a sandwich, and refused payment. I did not do a thing, why should I get paid?<br /><br />I will be back the 17th, so I guess we'll chat then!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-31776450742438007622007-08-28T16:51:00.000-07:002007-08-28T16:53:41.677-07:00New Look, Same Great Taste!For those of you who do not use an rss reader, this should come as no surprise: I have re-prettied my blog! It's a fast and dirty fix, with no side bar or anything, but who looks at side bars anymore? Go ahead, ch-ch-ch-check it out, if you dare!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-62572067876000660012007-08-19T10:21:00.000-07:002007-08-19T10:29:23.208-07:00"More than a feeling"I guess that no news is usually good news, but in my case it's more a matter of finding the time to write. And it's not a matter of time so much as desire, since often I'd rather do anything else but write in my blog. It's become sort of a bane, sort of a blister that I keep playing with. But I have some good news, some exciting news, some updates.<br /><br />I got my first job in my newly chosen career path! I'm going to teach Pilates at a community center near my house. Also, I found a program, a teacher training program in Seattle, and I'm going to do it! Which means that if you live in Seattle I would love to be your house guest every once in a while! About once a month? Hope that's cool!<br /><br />I still have to write Lindsay's wedding ceremony. It is a very intimidating task, I must say. <br /><br />It's been raining here, finally, for the first time this summer, and poor Charlie deserves a trip to the river.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-10837103241799058292007-08-14T14:00:00.000-07:002007-08-14T14:03:08.934-07:00NegatronI am so tired right now. We didn't get dinner on the table until 11:30 last night. Anyway, I have a Spanish test in an hour on the past tense and I don't know it and I'm in a grumpy mood. I just want to go to sleep! GRAR! <br /><br />All of our houseguests have been great but I'm just plain worn out. On the schedule tonight: warm bath, book, early to bed!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-57303196598880893112007-08-09T08:39:00.000-07:002007-08-09T08:51:49.948-07:00"Pilates Style"Oh, that is a vag of a title right there. I'm sticking with it because it's in the past. I've been ramping up my entry into the field of my choice, arranging interviews, searching the internet for teacher training programs, buying workout clothes on sale. I am excited about being a Pilates teacher, and to be honest a good chunk of that excitement has to do with the outfits. When I was in High School exercise clothes were functional, uncomfortable--essentially a smaller version of the boys clothes. Nowadays they are functional, cute and comfortable, and more expensive. A lot of my workout clothes are also my pajamas. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm going to get a start no my day!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-24605858170470233492007-08-06T22:22:00.001-07:002007-08-06T22:22:53.923-07:00Kate Bush - Running up that Hill<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/_BZsXVf6INc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_BZsXVf6INc'/></object></p><p>This could be the most amazing music video I have ever seen.</p></div>Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-16214936321859886352007-08-04T11:09:00.000-07:002007-08-04T11:16:14.993-07:00All you ever talk about is PilatesI have enjoyed a surplus of sleep recently. I am both surprised and pleased by how much sleep my body and mind have accomplished as of late. It make sense, though, seeing how much exercise I do. <br /><br />I had an interview yesterday at a community center for a job teaching Pilates! It went well. Also, the studio where I take classes might let me apprentice there! So, I just need to find a training program and then I can be all official!<br /><br />I did some amazing things with my body yesterday, things I never thought I could do. I feel like a Chinese Acrobat!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-47588189256493671412007-07-31T08:06:00.000-07:002007-07-31T08:14:26.040-07:00B Sept! B Sept!I have a pretty sweet gig recently: calling French Bingo at Pix on Hawthorne. Essentially, I stand on a chair, drink a glass of wine, speak in broken French, and gesture wildly with my hands, all while spinning the Bingo device (a red plastic donut shaped thing on a stand). People love Bingo! Last night I called at a private 40th Birthday party. <br /><br />This is my last week of Boot Camp and Pilates class, although I have another three weeks of Spanish. Then I have over a month until classes begin again. <br /><br />I have an interview on Friday at a community center near my home to teach a Pilates class! I'm excited. It's my first interview for my new career. Our baby's growing up so fast!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-22348577740083448142007-07-30T09:02:00.000-07:002007-07-30T09:08:38.945-07:00Saturday and SundayThe dog is gently snoring on the couch behind me. He always sleeps again after breakfast. I'm still sunburned from the birthday party at the coast on Saturday. We swam in the waves, even Charlie, who before was afraid of the waves. It was warmer than I think ever before. We ate a lot of pasta salad. <br /><br />Yesterday Chris cleaned the kitchen and I played ukulele.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-68422775477437073982007-07-23T08:48:00.000-07:002007-07-23T09:00:33.855-07:00Weekend in ReviewI finished the final Harry Potter at two thirty in the morning Saturday night, just after Chris got home from a show. I'd like to say that I read it straight through, because that's the best way for me to immerse myself, but I took breaks to walk the dog and go out to see a DJ/band with Chris. <br /><br />Oh, it was great. I think, maybe, the hype of the whole event was too much for my delicate temperament to handle. I certainly didn't cry, not like I did in all of the other books. <br /><br />My first batch of kombucha is ready--anyway, we've started drinking it. New friend Emily gave us the starter, a gross, chicken breast looking thing. I brewed up some sun tea using a small fraction of the shit load of Rose-Green tea I've had in my life for four years now, added some simple syrup, and plopped the mushroom on top. A week later we have a fizzy (more frizzante) green-brown, slightly sweet, earthy tasting beverage, and a new kombucha mushroom on top. <br /><br />At the Clackamas river yesterday with Chris an Charlie we picked blackberries on a island in the middle of the river, and waded in the waist-high waters, and threw sticks. I stabbed my ankle on a tree branch hiking back. It hurts. It was worth it.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-23341961676703378342007-07-14T08:46:00.000-07:002007-07-14T08:56:33.431-07:00Morning in the MorningI have to leave soon for a Pilates class, but I'm feeling a little more chatty than usual so I thought I'd plop some words down. <br />I agreed to accept a position of slightly greater responsibility in the ginormous non-profit that I volunteer at, for this week at least. It is a "leadership position": as far as I can tell it involves a lot of heavy equipment (a bulky laptop in a hard case, three pagers, a walkie-talkie, a cell phone, a calculator, maps, translation aids, etc.) and making a lot of phone calls. I biked home with all of these things on my back, and it was a slow and slightly dangerous ride. It also means that this week I will dry out--no more beer after Spanish class, no wine with dinner. <br />This week has been astoundingly hot, getting into the low hundreds, and I have been correspondingly wilted like the hydrangeas in our front yard. The benefit is that the mere ninety degree days have become a piece of cake.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-4511424995646284692007-07-07T11:36:00.000-07:002007-07-07T11:56:27.574-07:00I just drank a lot of iced toddy coffee very quickly, so now I feel anxious to start my day, to get shit done, to make something of myself. Instead I will write a bit!<br /><br />We took Charlie to the river yesterday, and spent most of our time in the car, or hiking through brambles and blackberries, and not so much time on the beach or in the water. A little girl named Caitlin played with Charlie while her mother yelled at her occasionally. Then I lent my other bike to a woman I met at Carrie and Brian's Fourth of July party. She's going to give me a message in exchange for it, which is definitely what I need. <br /><br />I've been doing pilates five days a week. Monday through Thursday I take a mat class at Community College (fifteen minutes after Boot Camp class, which is a lot like gym in elementary school: we do running drills and skipping and hopping and basketball running and hopping through ladders, but also it's a lot like the aerobics classes I took in High School where we lift weights and do Core Work). On Fridays I've been doing classes at a studio near Greg's house, and it's there that I get to work on the crazy machines. I like to ride my bike there, and since I get there a little early I walk around and look into the shops. Yesterday I walked over to Sunnyside Park and sat on a bench under a tree and watched a crow drink water from the water fountain. It was a perfect day and the crow made me tear up a little bit. Maybe because it's the death-iversary of my dad?<br /><br />It's summer and I'm really happy. I'm going to make a mix CD for Amac's Birthday!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-80719307397699931152007-06-25T19:51:00.001-07:002007-06-25T19:53:52.359-07:00Making chocolate cookies, drinking the best drink ever:<br />3 ounces vanilla-infuse Cazadores Tequila (home-made)<br />3 ounces toddy coffee<br />Splash of half and half<br />1.5 teaspoons Maple Syrup<br /><br />Shaken, served on ice. I call it the Vanilla Valdez.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-14558534854785939082007-06-22T09:32:00.000-07:002007-06-22T09:45:13.500-07:00New Garbage PlanPortland has an awesome new garbage plan. We're going to have a huge bin for recycling, a compost bin, a glass bin (fuzzy on the details) and they are only going to pick up the garbage once every two weeks! It's very modern, this plan, although California of course is pretty much already on it. <br /><br />I had a sexy dream about Paul Reubens last night. You may know him as Pee-Wee Herman. We were in an underground compound in an indian reservation slash college campus. There was also a cooking contest, and a day care center. Cinder block walls were lining the hallways. No windows. A King sized bed with primary color sheets that had a six foot in diameter trampoline in front of it.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-38138255324801494012007-06-20T21:33:00.000-07:002007-06-20T21:44:54.286-07:00Anatomy and PhysiologyI spent most of this afternoon, after everyone left, reading "Anatomy of Movement" by Blandine Calais-Germain. (You can get it on the internet.) Then I went to a Pilates class. It was really hot, and I rode my bike, so I was pretty sweaty and stinky when I got there. I had a great class today: something clicked and I kind of understood what I was doing which made everything more strenuous. That's basically my motto in a Pilates class: if it isn't kicking your ass you're not doing it right. <br /><br />I got my confirmations about the training course in Philadelphia. Mom is excited ("This is great news") and sister is not quite ("I might have some reviews etc etc"). Since I'm not in class for most of September I am thinking about making the whole Lindsay's Wedding/Pilates Training into a big East Coast Extravaganza. See who I can see. Marian will be out there by then, and Constance is in New Haven/Brooklyn, and I could visit Lindsay in DC. <br /><br />Of course when I get back I'm going to find a job (!) somewhere teaching. I'm also considering the field of Public Health. <br /><br />Now I'm going to eat strawberries and whipped cream. Snap.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-59922268016336424032007-06-18T17:26:00.000-07:002007-06-18T17:34:03.753-07:00Speed Update!1) Lindsay is getting married. This weekend she's visiting with her new fiance Kaice. I would link to Kaice's website, since he has one, but I will not because it is not the best. He, however, is a sweet guy. <br /><br />2) I'm on vacation! <br /><br />3) I'm going to be a Pilates teacher! In September I will be flying off to Philadelphia to take a weekend class at the Power Pilates studio at UPenn. I am excited about this also because I can roll in a visit to my family at the same time. <br /><br />4) I'm learning Spanish. It is about time.<br /><br />5) I hurt my wrist. Again. <br /><br />5) I am a white belt in Karate. <br /><br />6) Amanda keeps visiting! And we went up to Seattle to camp with Katie D and her girlf Alice. <br /><br />7) Allergies! I have them.<br /><br />8) Greg Borenstein practically moved in. He is grumpy when he is hungry.<br /><br />9) Make new friends, keep the old!Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-25217263689308470722007-02-14T19:49:00.000-08:002007-02-14T19:56:03.968-08:00JPG Patriarchy!I am in a digital photography class, a class that I really like, with a teacher who is about the most awesome teacher I've ever had. And our assignment, due tomorrow, is to submit three photographs to JPG Magazine, in one of their themes. They have a dozen standing themes, and thre rotating themes, which change for every issues. Surprise surprise, I find out tonight that the third and final theme for this issue is "Beauty Redefined: Alternative Pin-ups" sponsored by--you guessed it--the Suicide Girls. My reaction: ICK! So I wrote them this note:<br /><br />"Re: Suicide Girls<br />Hey, I just don't think exploiting women is awesome! In fact, it makes me feel really icky inside to see JPG Magazine have a tie-in with internet porn. I know everyone is all "Suicide Girls is alterna-porn! It's feminist!" Actually, the models get paid next to nothing, have their images sold to hard-core porn sites when their not as popular as they used to be, and the body types are the same old skinny ladies, just this time with body piercings and tatoos. It's like photography hasn't been used enough to exploit women in its short history. <br /><br />Very poor form." <br /><br />Man, this is just gross and creepy and so sad.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-1122158249673881912007-02-06T12:24:00.000-08:002007-02-06T12:28:11.143-08:00Melting!Global Climate Change! Think of all the new beach-front property. Imagine how the highways will be underwater--how will we get around without our cars? Maybe the climate change will force us into behaving better. Maybe we'll condense ourselves. I don't know, but it could happen.<br /><br />Our furnace broke a couple of days ago and we've been very cold. But this morning someone stopped by and fixed it, and now I'm warm. But my throat is sore and that's a bummer.<br /><br />I'm reading <span style="font-style: italic;">The Dialectic of Sex</span> by Shulamith Firestone. It's pretty interesting. I'll tell you more about it later.<br /><br />Classes are going really well. Our water smells like chlorine.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436837.post-74911318046925545952007-01-19T14:48:00.000-08:002007-01-19T14:58:46.945-08:00Sick as my DogChris and I just got back from the emergency animal hospital, where Charlie still is. He hasn't been able to hold down food for the past week, and last night he was up all night puking on every piece of rug and carpet we have in our house. Chris was on vomit detail until midnight. I cleaned up everything afterwards. Charlie was super tired this morning, and we called our vet to get his test results from yesterday. He said we should get Charlie an ultrasound. So right about now he's getting an ultrasound and some I.V. fluids. I'm exhausted all around, from staying up all night and worrying. I've been to the vet three times this week. They don't know what's wrong with him. That's the worst part. That and seeing him so sad and sleepy. We do have a pretty good method for cleaning up the puke, though.<br /><br />We're both stressed and tired. The house smells slightly of bile. I want to get some sleep.Amysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650362173254401941noreply@blogger.com0