Ants! I feel like I’m living in a movie. It’s summer, it’s New England and there are ants everywhere! We are renting an older duplex. We asked before signing the lease whether there had ever been a problem with bugs and were told “No” and that it if any were found it would be taken care of immediately. That all sounded great when we moved in during the deep freeze last January. However, at the time we weren’t even considering becoming pregnant so the thought of potentially spraying didn’t phase me too much. Well, now we have ants. I suppose if one has to have bugs of some sort, ants are the least worrisome. Still, I don’t want to share my house with the critters. I also don’t want to alert the landlord to the problem as I’m not sure if I’m pregnant or what the chemicals might do to my baby. Long story short, we called both my obstetrician and Jacob’s pediatrician and were told just to evacuate the house for a few hours while the poison dried. (Easier said than done this year in New England, as it’s been so rainy and humid nothing is drying!)
This week began with a spraying. I had to walk the exterminator through the house as he sprayed, but felt relatively confident in doing so, as the spray was more of a stream along the floor, rather than a mist and we were only in the house for five minutes while it was done. Jacob and I then fled to my parent’s home for the evening. Still, I worry about any potential effects on Jacob or the baby that may be developing inside me.
Jacob continues to grow into a “big boy” this week as his hair was in desperate need of its second cutting. I find the prospect of cutting his hair sad. He looks so cute with long baby hair. But, he was so proud of his big boy hair cut a few weeks ago I simply couldn’t make him wait. He was wonderful. I went expecting the worst. During his first cut he screamed so loud that we had to cut it while he nursed! (Who knew the benefits of nursing could be so far reaching?) Fortunately, a good friend cut it and was receptive to this arrangement. This time however, in an attempt not to take advantage of her generosity, I took him to a kid’s salon in the next town. He spent the time looking at toys and at himself in the mirror, said “ahh” about three times and smiled through most of the cut! How wonderful for us both!