Round about week 14 my cat started to lose the plot. She was a rescue cat who had turned nasty after her previous owners had a baby and it took me a year to turn this evil bag of venom into your more traditional, sit on what you are trying to read cat. I think that I must be stinking of hormones and she thinks she will be thrown out again. She started to lick all her fur off and wee in a certain place in the hallway. I took her to the vet to check that she is physically ok, she is fine but nutty, so it’s a course of antidepressants for her until she gets used to the idea of sharing her house. The drugs stopped her licking herself bald but she wouldn’t stop marking her territory until I ripped the carpet up after weeks in heavy rubber gloves using various things to get rid of the smell. I can still smell it but other people say they can’t. You can never rely on people to tell the truth though, for example ‘Oh what a beautiful baby’ isn’t always strictly accurate.
My cat isn’t a baby substitute, and she is not mummy’s little darling but I am the only person she does not consistently scratch so I am worried about how she will take to sharing me. I also keep a few chickens and she was ok about their arrival, but I have never carted them around the house all day in a sling and I have no intention of breastfeeding them. Hopefully I can bribe her to be a nice cat with tins of cat food and a bit of fussing. A friend said that once she realises that she won’t be thrown out with the baby’s bath water she might calm down a bit.
This week I was given a moses basket and loads of baby clothes. I have also been promised loads of other goodies including a car seat and a changing mat so the worry about what to get for the sprog is all over. Unfortunately, none of this stuff is coming with a maternal instinct. I do suspect that when the time comes my baby will be the only one in the world and I will get a bit more interested in babygrows, but at the moment it’s just a waiting game. I am avoiding the neighbours so I don’t have to have conversations about their 28 day labours, hundreds of stitches and lengthy recovery periods. Basically, now I am over the panic, I have decided that this pregnancy thing is dull and takes far too long.
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