For the past 11 weeks (11 WEEKS!!) my life has been 95% baby. So what about the other 5%? Here's a rundown:

(1) Cat news
Sadly, my sweet fattycat Harry had to be put down. Adam and I found out that he had a lung tumor back in March, and we decided not to put him through chemo, given his age and the advanced nature of the tumor. We agreed that we'd give him the best life possible until he could no longer eat (eating being his very favorite activity), and then we'd let him go. As you know, when Micah came along we decided we could no longer provide Harry with the home he deserved, so he went back to his last owners (my parents). He had a wonderful time with them, but was on a steady decline. When he could no longer eat, my stepmom had to make the incredibly hard decision to put him down (and on election day, at that). I know that she did the right thing, but I'm still having a very hard time coming to terms with Harry's death. I know he was "just" a cat, but he was a really amazing cat, and we had some great snuggly times together.

(2) The great purge
STUFF! We have too much of it. It is causing me great anxiety. So we've started the gigundo task of sorting through all the things we've accumulated over the years and trashing/donating anything that doesn't in some way enhance our lives. This has mostly gone smoothly, though Adam is clearly mourning the impending loss of three of our five (FIVE) computers.

(3) Cheese
Guess what? I love feta! This is sort of a big deal, and I will tell you why. Throughout most of my childhood I hated cheese - all kinds, all ways. When I was around 14, my dad made me a grilled cheese sandwich, which for some reason I ate. I discovered I was okay with cheese if it was (a) melted and (b) provolone. Within a few months, I started liking cheese on my pizza, but again, only if it was hot and melty. I now accepted mozerella in addition to provolone. I've since progressed, from being able to deal with swiss, american, cheddar, & monterey jack, to eating all of these cheeses cold (so long as they were melted at some point, like on a pizza, and then cold-ed), to eating them cold (not plain, though - I need crackers), to eating pretty much any deli cheese (no crumbly cheeses). And now I've made the great leap forward into crumbly cheeses - specifically, feta. I still find any cheese with mold on it disgusting.

Update: in an unfortunate turn of events, I am allergic to feta. Only mildly, though, so I'll continue the romance.

(4) School
I'm going back on January 7. I am not excited. Four night classes, three nights a week...ugh. I'm starting to wish that I was really good at something fun, like pottery or illustrating children's books. I'm good at organizing...people are professional organizers, right? I could start a daycare in my home, but I really dislike children. Please don't tell my child. Wink! My kind of humor doesn't really work in writing. Or in person. ZING! Ok, ok, enough.

I smell a dirty diaper, so that's my cue to get back to babytown. Hasta luego!