Pregnancy pillows, nipple cream and these crazy ass dogs.

In the past 24 hours, we have had three incidents with our crazy ass dogs. As I have mentioned in previous posts, Clementine is afraid of everything. When we got home from work yesterday, she had torn up the carpet outside my room, because she was trying to get into my room. I cleaned up most of it, but there are still tiny pieces of carpet everywhere. We know it was Clem because she's done exactly this before. This time, she was afraid of the notifications that my mom was getting on her Nook. We found her in the basement when we got home. Then, at 4 this morning, she woke my mom up panting and pacing around the room. She climbed all over my mom's bed, on her pillows, on her nightstand. So, of course, my mom goes out to the garage to get the kennel because she's pissed and wants to sleep. That's when she hears it. The batteries in the smoke detector in the garage are dying and need to be replaced. And Clementine heard it. At 4 am. And, of course, my mom let the dogs out to potty, so now Clem won't come in. She seems to think that anything she's afraid of (like fireworks) are just confined to this house alone and tries to run away whenever she gets scared. So my poor mom had to go out in the freezing ass cold at 4 am to get Clem back in the house. So today, Clem had to be in the kennel while we were at work. We stopped putting Marcy in there because she broke it and chewed the lock, so she has to be put in there with bungee cords wrapped around it. Then she tries to get out and scrapes her nose up until it bleeds. So Clem was in the kennel and Marcy had free roam of the house. Apparently she got really bored and wanted to see what the inside of the pillows on the couch look like. Sure, she had a perfectly good stuffed hedgehog that she could have destroyed, but she chose the pillow. So now Marcy has to go in the kennel because she was naughty. I'm sensing a pattern here.
In other news, I decided to buy a pregnancy pillow. I have this dream that it will change my life. Or at least help me sleep through the night. So on my lunch break, Mason and I went to Buy Buy Baby and got a cute little pacifier thing and a baby book and this pregnancy pillow that was $60. I'm really hoping that there's some awesome thing hidden in it that makes it worth $60. Or that I get the best sleep of my life tonight. Either one. Anyway, I got home and my mom and I decided to test out this pillow. We ended up laughing really hard because we couldn't figure out which way it goes so I said "fuck it" and decided that I'll situate it however the Hell I want. Which made her laugh more. But you know what? This thing cost more than human blood, I can use it for whatever I damn well please.
Also while I was at Buy Buy Baby I was looking for nipple cream (I had some coupons I wanted to use today. Not necessarily on nipple cream, but I'm told I need it) and apparently it's pretty difficult to find. I checked the little section where they have toiletries and diapers and stuff and there was no nipple cream. No in the mommy sections and not anywhere else. You would think that a store that specializes in baby stuff would have nipple cream, but nope. I found it at WalMart, shoved behind a bunch of other stuff. I also found a cute onesie, even though the baby has more newborn clothes than he could possibly wear. 

Now if only I could figure out how to get Mason to stop laughing at the words "nipple cream".