Pink did you crave the chicken? I ate 3 or 4 roast chickens per week with first pg...gave birth almost at due date to a 8 lb 12er.....chicken is good for mass!
The cat saved my life because I was in a terrible abusive relationship, the kind where the man works on the womans self esteem. It was violent sometimes too. Tara gave me something to love that needed me, and was an innocent, I managed to leave him within a fortnight of getting her, after 2 years of his evil ways. She used to nuzzle me when I cried. When I moved out to live with first sons dad, tara stayed at my mums because thats where she was happy, but then she left mums after a couple of years and would come back every few months to 'say hi'. All this time I was having my kids and being a mum and knowing Tara was out there somewhere one day I was walking past mums, and she ran out and told me to pop round in a bit, as I had a visitor. It was Tara. so small but with such a healthy coat, she was dying. She had just turned up at my mums on the sunday, mum had told me on the tuesday, wednesday we took her to the vets, and thursday we had to let her go because she had what felt to the vet like widespread tumors, and wasn't eating. To operate would have just made her suffer. I went home before the injection and put on my best and brightest outfit, grabbed a cat teddy and went back and sang her to sleep on that thursday afternoon. I took that teddy home and the only time its left my bedside since was when I took it to hosp for the MMC. On that thursday night a 'lost cat' poster came through the door, we rang them and arranged to go round, they live on the next street to us. Turns out that they thought she was 2 (she was always small) and she had adopted them sometime after leaving my mums. She was happy and fine and one day the sunday morning actually, the woman told me she had been more affectionate and vocal than usual, left, and never come back. My Tara came home to me to say goodbye. I cry when I tell this, I'm sobbing like a mad woman now, but I'm sooooo glad she came home to say goodbye. A cat very worthy of looking after my angel baby. If Tara hadn't have come along and gotten me away from that creep I doubt I would be alive today, the man was a psycho. Tara sleeps by my bed forever and is as comforting now as she ever was, albeit not physically. I miss her but at the same time, she is there.
I actually had my first MC while in the abovementioned relationship. Wasn't clinically recognized as I never did a test, but the occurence was just too specific, it was definitely a spontaneous complte MC of around 5/6 weeks. I have mixed feelings about that one because I didn;t know about it til it happened, and the guy was evil. He also had to have meds that can damage fertility, so maybe that was what caused the MC.
I think I'm treading memory lane tonight, even the dark bits.