Not to leave you hanging…

In case you were waiting on the edge of your seat regarding my adventures in veterinarian care, let me put you at ease: our trip to the vet was successful! Yay!!

Our little outing was blessed with yet another down pour right as we were pulling up to the vet (seriously – if y’all haven’t seen it in the news – Texas has gotten so much rain, it’s ridiculous). Jasmine was in her leash/harness (I don’t have a crate for her – I know, bad kitty-mommy), so I just shielded her from the rain as best I could. She was already displeased when we got into the office (re: the rain), but then, as I waited for the front desk people to sign me in, she spotted a large German Shepherd five feet away. And THEN a smaller dog came in, but he was coughing and that’s when Jasmine was like NOPE and tried to climb on top of my head.

But! Awesome new vet’s office to the rescue! They immediately ushered us back into an exam room to fill out my new patient forms and wait. Jasmine’s freak-out-ness dropped down to an 8 on a scale from 1 to 5. We went through the normal vet routine; she was weighed and her temperature was taken. And then we met the new vet – Dr Greg. And I loved him. Almost immediately. He thoroughly checked her out, complimented her on her fantastic teeth (when asked what I do, we joked about brushing their teeth, because seriously, can you imagine brushing a cat’s teeth!!), then spent almost 15 minutes with me discussing vaccine options. I truly appreciated all of his input.

[Side note – I found yet another reason to loathe the previous vet. Apparently, here in Texas, animals who are given two rabies vaccinations within 365 days may get a three year vaccination the next time. So, for instance, I adopted Jasmine in June 2011. She got a rabies vaccination shortly thereafter. She got another rabies vaccination in May 2012. Thus, in May 2013, she got the three year vaccine from a vet by our old apartment and should have been good through 2016. Everything should have progressed along just fine and dandy except that the vet from last year COMPLETELY ignored that (even though I brought in/showed them all of her old records) and gave her another one year vaccine. Which she did not need. Which hindered the effectiveness of her three-year vaccine. Which they charged me for, of course. GAH! Dr. Greg spotted the discrepancy and, though he had to give her yet another three year vaccine, said that she’s good through 2018 now.]

Anyway, I was very proud of my little Jasmine and I was exceedingly happy with the new vet. Plus, I got my annual hug!! (The vet’s office is literally the only time Jasmine ever hugs me and it is the most adorable thing ever. She puts her little paws around my neck and buries her head in my shoulder and clings to me and it very nearly kills me with heart-wrenching cuteness every year.) So yeah, Saturday was good.

The rest of the holiday weekend went by in a blur of adulting – cleaning bathrooms, changing out the fluorescent light bulbs in the kitchen, laundry, etc. We got all of our adult chores done (except the lawn work, see: flooding in Texas) and got to round out our holiday by watching Tomorrowland. It actually doesn’t have a very high rating, but I enjoyed it so, eh, fun times.


Holiday Weekend!!

Memorial Day weekend is upon us and this is the first Memorial Day that I’ve stayed in Dallas. Last year, we went to China (so patriotic!) and the two years before that I went home to help out with my former dance studio’s recital. But, alas, my former studio closed and we’re not travelling back to what my husband jokingly refers to as the Motherland this year, so we’re here!

Unfortunately (or fortunately, I suppose, depending on your viewpoint), we don’t have any holiday plans other than lunch with Luffy’s family. And housework. And a vet appointment.

Jasmine has her yearly examination/vaccination booster appointment this weekend. I’m looking forward to it because we’re trying out a new vet. You see, back in West Texas, my family went to the same vet for, honestly, 20 years. His name is Dr. Jay and he is fantastic. He sees all of our pets, helped us through cancer and the eventual putting-down of one of our schnauzers, and even delighted when our family cared for a litter of stray kittens. He saw Jasmine when she was a baby and I traveled all the way back home just so Dr. Jay could spay Jasmine (even though I had already moved to Dallas by the time she was old enough for the procedure).

Last year, I scoured online resources to find the best vet in our area (we had seen one the year before by our old apartment, but I wanted to find one close to our house). I found a practice on Yelp that was rated very highly (and by numerous people) and immediately made an appointment.

You guys – I have never had a worse vet appointment in my life! I arrived 15 minutes early for my 4:30 appointment, as I figured there would be new patient forms. I got all the forms completed before my appointment time and then I just sat and waited. FOR HALF AN HOUR. With an empty waiting room! Completely empty! The front desk staff were very friendly, mind you, but there was no explanation as to why I waited so long. I get that it’s a medical office and that there might be emergencies or something like that, but I could have at least been told that!

And then, once we finally made it back to an examination room, the vet proceeds to berate me over my kitty-parenting choices. He didn’t like that I fed her dry food, even though we take great care in what we feed Jasmine. He tried to pressure me into buying expensive flea/tick prevention even though (1) she’s an indoor cat, (2) we treat our house thoroughly for insects, and (3) we’ve had no issues in the past. To top it off, Jasmine’s entire examination lasted maybe 5 minutes. He didn’t even really talk to her, and I never trust a vet that doesn’t at least show some interest in his patients.

By the time we left the office, I was already doubtful that I’d ever come back. The final straw came this week, when I realized that the practice didn’t bother to send us a reminder that it was time for Jasmine’s boosters. Obviously I remember that her yearly is due in May, but not even bothering to reach out just annoys me further.

Long story short (oh wait, I’ve already told you the long version – whoops!), I found a new vet for her. Hopefully this appointment will go a lot better.

8 out of 12 or 2/3 gone

So I’ve been going about my merry way for the past few weeks and suddenly it dawned on me that it’s the middle of May. My first reaction was surprise because – holy crap – the first of the year went by quickly. But then I started to count (I’m an accountant, it’s what I do). Five months of the year, almost gone. Add in the three from last year. Eight months. We’ve been trying to get pregnant for eight months. Conventional medical guidance gives three months as an average for healthy couples to get pregnant, but up to a year before any sort of intervention (or further testing) occurs. One year or twelve months. Which means that eight of my twelve are almost up.

I try to be kinder to my body – on that whole year marker thing. After all, my cycles have been ridiculously long and irregular (I thought I was making improvements last cycle, but this one confirms that I’m not after all). We may be eight months in, but my body’s only actually about three cycles in. And even then, I can only confirm that I’ve ovulated one time. (I’ve been using ovulation test kits for all of December and then February to this morning. One time, in eight months. That’s a little depressing. I try not to dwell on it – I could have easily missed it even with the testing.

When we first started trying to get pregnant I naively (or joyfully, hopefully) looked up what our due date would be if we got pregnant right out of the gate. That date is right around the corner and I’m oddly emotional about that. Had we been insanely lucky, we would be weeks away from meeting our little bun-in-the-oven (or dumpling, which I like better). The thought is almost unbearable, especially as my current outlook on my own fertility isn’t all that positive. (I’m on day 57 of my current cycle and I still haven’t gotten a positive result on an ovulation test even though I’ve tested

Eight out of twelve months gone before I have to go back to my GYN and explain that we’ve been trying and haven’t managed to conceive yet. I know that it’s far too early to worry or complain. I still have four-ish months and approximately two-ish cycles to go. I could still make it. The problem is, the way I see it, I’ve already been at this for eight months, the odds aren’t in my favor that the next four will go well.

I need this to end on a positive note though. I hate signing off on something so negative. So here’s a minion…. enjoy.

[Full disclosure – when I wrote this post, I thought we’d been trying for nine months, which seemed much more monumental and significant. Then I realized it had only been eight months and went back to edit it. Now it just seems very doom-and-gloom and for some reason, I feel a tad more optimistic in light of the eight….. so yeah. Insert joke about accountant who can’t count here.]

Back in town!

Whew! Hello peeps, it’s been a while. Work has been ridiculously busy and then Luffy and I went out of town. So yeah, life’s been a bit hectic.

But last week Luffy and I took off to visit friends in California. We flew to Los Angeles first and stayed with friends, spending a few days exploring the area. And eating. And drinking. Lots of sushi and even more mimosas. It was fabulous. We visited Malibu beach in the rain (we apparently brought it with us from Texas). We visited the Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens and saw some beautiful flowers (click links for my pics!). We ate at Din Tai Fung – a restaurant famous for their Xiao Long Bao (soup dumplings). A cool side story is that we actually ate at their Shanghai restaurant when we were in China last year.

Luffy and I then rented a car and drove up the Pacific Coast Highway for a few breathtaking views. We were a tad bit bummed because the morning was overcast, but we still ended up with some great shots. Plus, it was pretty neat to drive up the mountain, break through the clouds, and then look out to a sea of clouds.

Pacific Coast Highway

Our overnight stop was in Cambria. We visited the Hearst Castle and did a wine tasting at a local winery. Luffy spoiled me rotten by buying me a bottle of good champagne (which, coincidentally, we had just seen a 75 year old bottle of the same champagne stored in the wine cellar at the Hearst Castle!). Then he ensured I’d have puffy eyes and sore sinuses the next day by renting Marley & Me.

We then continued on to Napa for possibly my favorite part of the trip – champagne tasting at Domaine Carneros! I’m not afraid to say I had a lot of champagne that afternoon. I might not have been the funnest person to be around later that evening (I get sort of cranky when coming down off of a champagne high). But the champagne was so good, it was worth it.

Champagne Flight - Domaine Carneros

We then stayed with a different friend in San Francisco (technically, he lives in Oakland). We brushed up on our public transit skills (another side note, I always love taking public transit whenever we’re in a city that has a good system – it just always feels so efficient!) and explored Golden Gate Park and Pier 39. Plus more excellent sushi and Chinese food.

We had a fantastic time, but now it’s back to life as usual.