Animals — how do they know when something is going on? I’ve heard of dogs that can sense when a child is going to have an epileptic seizure. I’ve heard that they’re training dogs to smell cancer and blood sugar. It’ll be neat to see what else they will be able to find for animals to sense — and probably do it better than machines, although maybe they’ll use the animals’ ability to sense the whatever and actually make a machine with that knowledge. But that’s in the future, and usually with specially trained animals. But what about regular house-dogs and -cats?
First, I read the first story on this group of birth stories* (at the time of this writing, that’s as far as I’ve gotten, but will probably read the others in the near future; and the first story was great — you could really put yourself in her position), and the woman’s dog would not leave her alone when she was in labor. How did the dog know? Then, I read this story from a woman whose cat knows she’s pregnant, and sleeps with her at that time — starting even before the woman herself knew she was pregnant. How did the cat know? My cat also did that.
Well, actually, he was my husband’s cat. My husband was a truck driver when we got married, and was gone for several days in a row every week, so his cats became my cats — my husband says they “traitored” on him. 🙂 Jack liked to sleep in the crook of my arm or at my feet anyway, but when I became pregnant, he would not sleep anywhere else but in the crook of my arm, preferably with his face nuzzled against mine. He didn’t really seem to mind being misplaced by the baby, although he would usually sleep at my feet instead — he certainly didn’t have the miffed attitude some cats display. Even when the baby started sleeping in the crib almost all the time, Jack would frequently stay at my feet or somewhere lower down, and only occasionally sleep in the crook of my arm. Until I got pregnant again. Then for all of my pregnancy, it was the same as before — he had to sleep there. Don’t know why. Very protective of me when pregnant, though. How he knew, I couldn’t say.
What about you, do you have any “my pet knew I was pregnant” or “my pet went nuts when I went into labor” stories?
*At the time of this writing, I’ve only read the first story, but will read the others soon. One of my favorite parts of the story was this segment:
“You’re tensing up,” he says. “When it comes, don’t tense up. Take every muscle that’s not involved and try to relax it.”
I want to say that’s impossible, but I don’t want to argue. I nod, and with my eyes closed I graph the contraction in my mind. It’s a hill, a mountain. He’s right-I’m tensing my whole body to try to lift myself over the crest. Even my feet flex as if I’m rising on tiptoes. “Just slide under it. Just sliiiide under it,” I say out loud. Some shard of my normal consciousness notices I’m a cliché after all, moaning my little mantra, but it’s helping. Slide under the mountain, just sliiiide under it.