You’d think, having been a cat owner since I was eight years old, that I’d have been exposed to the toxoplasmosis whatsit at some point. Nope.
No cleaning out the litter box. Cool.
No lifting of heavy objects. As if I wanted to.
No lying on back. Bummer.
No alcohol. What?!
No sushi. Eff!
Must remember: naps, maternity pants, ice cream, no dieting, no cleaning the cat box.
Must also remember: only two months to go.
And then there will be…