Thank you for the Capstar recommendation on how to deal with fleas.  Frontline simply wasn’t hacking it, and I’ve been spending too much time “primating” – (picking fleas off of Nellie) for my sanity or good health.  It’s funny, but Capstar’s hard to come by, here in NYC where you can get everything.  Everything except flea medication, apparently.  For those of you who are also not in-the-know, it’s an oral medication that can be taken every 24 hours if necessary, but it basically kills all adult fleas on the dog within half an hour or so.

And I got an aerosol spray from the vet instead of the powder I’d been using that seems to be much more effective (and is CERTAINLY easier to deal with).  Hoping to see the end of our flea drama soon.  Fleas suck.  No, really. I woke up at 3am trying to strategize how to best get rid of the critters once & for all, and didn’t settle back in until 5am when the dog came on the bed (I know, it makes no sense), whereupon I slept for another 2 hours.

In other exciting news, once again, I pushed myself way too hard today, walking a few too many miles to try to track down some Capstar.  A vet I’d never been to took pity on my rotundity and called around til he found an emergency clinic with Capstar in stock, and he set it up so I could buy it over the counter from them without bringing in my dog.  Pregnancy benefit.  Waddle around an Italian neighborhood while 8 mos. (and looking 10 mos.) pregnant, and middle-aged men will do anything to try to help.  So far today, I’ve had funeral directors stop traffic for me, I’ve had butchers offer to let me into their meat locker to cool down, and I’ve had ladies pushing strollers offer me water from their own bottles.

As far as productivity goes, besides the flea-related errands & cleaning chores, my paperwork for ‘short term disability’ pay through my union has been mailed off, two co-pays for sonograms & exams are on their way, and my extra Lovenox is, at least, boxed up and READY to be mailed off.  The postman failed to ring the correct bell while trying to deliver Thor’s car seat, but these next few days should be filled with fun deliveries – it’s sort of like Christmas every day from here on out.  The Boy spent much of the morning schlepping items from the basement to the 2nd floor, and items from the 2nd floor down to the basement.  We still need to buy a crib, and get a bassinet & changing table, but I think we’re pretty well set on everything else.  I still have to call my insurance company to see if they have any breast-pump coverage, because that will likely affect which pump I end up buying.  Otherwise?  Pretty much there.  Just waiting for the kid to make his appearance.

29 days til D-date, and all I can say is that I hope he doesn’t make me wait any longer than that – I’m so eager to meet this little man that I can barely sit still.

I’m also looking forward to having functional hands & feet again.  And a waist (eventually).  And ankles.  All things to look forward to.  But mostly?  Mostly I can’t wait to be a mom, instead of a mom-in-waiting.

Now.  Must go buy dinner groceries…

And popsicles.

And dog treats.

And take a nap…

Zzzzzz.