Hi there! I have been missing. I have been busy. I have been exhausted, and I have been SO SICK. You may have guessed it, I'm making a bun! That's right. Years of talking about having a baby and here I am doing it. How crazy is that? As a result, I have been paying my dogs absolutely no attention. I'm sure they think something is wrong with them, poor creatures. Really, the only thing wrong with them is they have the kind of bad breath that will make a pregnant woman barf w/ minimal exposure. Those of you who know Lute know that he loves to face/mouth kiss. Mama cannot do that right now. And Moxie, if you life up her lips and sniff her teeth - holy hell it smells like a dead beached seal! Don't even ask how I know this. (In their defense, I feed them a seafood diet)
Ah, now that the cat is out of the bag. What else? Do I need to change my blog title? I'm sure that the blog will continue to be about the crazy shit Moxie eats. I'm sure it will only get crazier as I enter this battle of Moxie's toys vs baby toys/blankets/diapers/food. How come I have the feeling that Moxie will be trying to eat diapers right off the baby? Oh, because she will eat poop out of the toilet if you (SCOTT!) forget to flush. I'm sorry, I know this is a lot to share and it is very disgusting. This is just my life. Poop has become a different beast between dogs and nursing; a more common thing. (Christina, is that the correct use of a semicolon?)
We've been having excellent thunder storms this week and apparently they scare the Mox. She immediately jumps onto our bed and burrows into our pillows, even if we're in the other room. It's cute, but even scared dogs are not allowed on the bed. We are trying to reassure her on the couch instead, she's managing. I guess I could give her her xanax, I might have to if she's home alone during a storm. Otherwise she's doing well. She had her annual exam the other day and got some special shampoo to make her less gross and her blood tests all look great. Luther had his a few weeks ago. Maybe we can avoid the vet for a while now. I guess that's wishful thinking. Last week Moxie ate a bag of bagels, a frozen pizza, and a bag of salted peanut butter pretzels. I suppose it's only a matter of time before something worries me enough to take her in. BTW, when I say "bag of" I mean including the bag, all that's left is a shred of plastic and a memory of some food that I was going to eat. But hell, I'm so nauseous anyway who cares, I probably wouldn't have eaten the bagels anyhow.
xoxo
PS, for any of you who read this (anymore) who FB overlap, please keep this exciting news off of there. I'm not into that and I'm not quite ready for that either. F facebook for important personal announcements like this, too many people I don't care to share with.
