You would think after using a Frontline-like product on each cat, spraying flea killer on all of the carpets multiple times, spraying flea killer on the cats multiple times, two flea dips PER cat after none of that worked, and bombing the entire house- that our flea problem would be gone. An afterthought. A horrible memory. Especially since the problem wasn’t that bad to begin with (i’ve seen and had much worse long ago).
These damn fleas WILL NOT GO AWAY. They just won’t die! They are indestructable! It seems like no matter what we do, there will still be fleas on the cats and in this stupid house.. laying their stupid flea eggs and jumping on Holden and I and biting the ever-loving shit out of us.
Pulling a flea off of Holden’s face has to be one of the most infuriating things i’ve ever had to do. You do not mess with my kid.
My legs look like I spent the day with my legs stuck in a vat of pure fleas. They bite me while i’m sleeping, while i’m sitting on the couch.. while I have Holden on the potty.. and I kill each and every one of them with my bare hands (I like to tear their stupid little heads off), yet they just keep coming back.
This is not condusive to a happy stress-free pregnancy, which I have desperately been trying to have. ANY possible way I can try and keep my blood pressure at a minimum, I will try. Working my fat ass out 5 days a week, eating healthy, and keeping stress at a minimum.
Constant flea attacks? Definitely stressful. Other stupid bullshit that is unnecessary going on in my life right now? Totally stressful.
I’m concerned all this added stress is going to put me in the same situation it did last time, and I do not want that.
Normal pregnancy, please! No induction, please!
Multiple times today I have been tempted to just drop these cats off at the SPCA and never look back. I know it isn’t their fault they have fleas (it’s freecycle’s fault!!!!), but it’s infuriating to do SO much and to spend SO much money that you don’t really have to spend to rid the house of fleas (and they’d be gone if we didn’t have cats for them to feed off of) only for nothing to be working.
I don’t know how much I or my uterus can take! All the stress today built up and put me in some seriously uncomfortable pain and even made me lightheaded. I just overdid it, in a lot of different ways.
I’m gonna burn the damn house down! At the end of my rope here, i’m going to end up itching my skin off and NOT because it’s stretching around a big fat baby.
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