I hadn't known my husband for more than two months before he started in on me to have a baby. His constant pestering lead to progressively harsher responses from me, starting from"eventually", "someday", "not me, not now", "leave me alone", to "have your own damn baby".

Last Spring something in me started to shift and I became more and more serious about the possibility of having a baby. After months of internal dialog, I finally gathered the courage to share the news with my husband who was expectedly ecstatic. (I haven't told the dogs yet - they are going to be devastated!)

Sharing the news with Loren, my husband, opened the flood gates and I finally started researching what to expect, what to eat, what to do to prepare, and what the birthing process would look like....which at first was pretty anxiety provoking, as I started out by watching "The Business of Being Born" (not recommended as a place to start).

Here I plan to document interesting, perception changing information I come across in what will be a successful journey towards a positive pregnancy and childbirth.


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Poor Baby Doggies

At least they'll have each other :0(
It makes my heart hurt to think about how neglected these poor little doggies are going to be when we bring our baby home.  I keep getting overwhelmingly sad in a pathetic kind of way, thinking about how much they love us and knowing that as much as we feel love for them now, it is going to become minuscule in comparison to how we feel about our new baby.  They do a pretty good job of ruling our lives at the moment and I just know they are going to be so sad when that is no longer the case.  I have really fun visions of us all cuddled up on the couch together as a family, but that quickly becomes over shadowed by my anxiety of them barking uncontrollably as soon as she drifts off to sleep. Or the fear that Animal will become aggressive towards Liliana and we will have to make the hard decision to get ride of her (Animal not Liliana...most likely). These doggies are my babies and I'm afraid the feeling might be time limited.

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