The good and the bad.

First the good.

First OB appt yesterday. The dr is great! My little one is measuring perfectly on target at 1.47 cm, with a beautiful strong heartbeat of 171 bpm. I HEARD IT!!! I cried. What an incredible sound.

Then I got to meet up with Cassandra from Baby Smiling in Back Seat! We were planning to go to this indulgent French chocolate place (because I'm a proponent of "dessert first"), but they went out of business. So sad. They hadn't updated their website, so we didn't know until we got there. So instead we went for a very nice dinner in Greenwich Village. It was such a pleasure meeting her in person. This had been tentatively planned since February. She thought I'd be pregnant, but she wouldn't be. Instead, we're both pregnant, she's 4 weeks ahead of me, and having TWO!!

Now the bad.

One of my kitties is very sick. He started throwing up (just fluid) Sunday, but I didn't think much of it. Cats throw up, and he seemed his usual self otherwise. But yesterday it continued and he became increasingly listless. Completely unlike him. He is usually the most energetic and affectionate cat. He loves EVERYONE! He'd make friends with a pitbull given the opportunity. By late last night I was really scared. Took him to the vet as soon as they opened this morning. He was very, very dehydrated. The vet suspects a bowel obstruction of some kind. They are hydrating him and running tests. An x-ray doesn't show any obstruction, but the vet said it could just be in a spot that is hard to see. His kidney function is okay. Numbers are slightly elevated, but that's probably just from the dehydration. The bloodwork they ran there came back normal, but we have to wait until tomorrow morning for the rest. I'm really hoping it's just a really bad furball, and that once he's fully hydrated he will pass it. The vet said that was possible, or it could be a foreign object and he might need surgery. I had to give them a $500 deposit today and was told that if he needs surgery, it could be around $2,000. But what can I do? He's a young cat (around 6-7 years old), and this could be a very fixable problem. I'm sad and scared.

My Mushy!