Call me crazy, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this dog is not going to adapt well to a baby in the house.

For one thing, the dog randomly jumps to his feet barking at something-or-another. He’s going to wake the baby ten times a day and I’m going to want to kill him. I know, because he wakes me ten times a day and I want to kill him.

He also doesn’t do well without attention. Attention that he wants, when he wants it. His daddy is away, so his favorite pasttime is standing there barking at me. I’m pregnant; I can’t wrestle. I try to fetch, I try to let him run around, but no. He stands there and barks, demanding I bring his daddy home.

And I really don’t think he’s going to be too happy when daddy has a new center of his life. It’s not going to be an easy adjustment.

(The rest of the zoo are just fine with whatever goes on. The other dog may freak out at a little crying monster in the house – since anything that moves terrifies her – but she’s happy to nap at your feet all day while you do whatever, and the cats just want to get fed.)

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I am not finding the book Belly Laughs as hilarious as I’d been led to believe it is. Maybe it would be funnier if I were further along. I’ll re-read it later. I think the Girlfriend’s Guide is causing me to giggle a lot more.

From the Hips I’m finding to be a very pretty book of very basic information. It appears at times to have more quotes than actual information. Quotes in very pretty multi-colored talk-bubbles… but not all that useful or interesting, IMO. The info is very condensed and at-a-glance. I definitely could have done without it.

I just got two new books today, a gift from my best friend Kel: Your Pregnancy Week By Week, and The New Father’s Panic Book. I’ll tell you what I think of them when I read them. (Den’s actually going to read the latter book. If I had bought it he wouldn’t, but it was a gift, so he’s going to read it. Heh!)

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Symptoms are all very mild. I feel great, really. Hungry, but not starving. I sometimes think a food sounds like a good idea, but it’s not like a major craving or anything. I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night three times to pee. No nausea… except one moment last night. Know that soy protein drink I was raving over? I had a glass. And I swear to god I nearly barfed. It did NOT sit well. But that was an isolated incident.

Sometimes it’s just weird because I don’t feel much of anything – I’m not even twinging or anything like it was last week – so it’s a weird mindtrip when I think about me being pregnant. On the other hand it does feel like it’s sinking in a bit more. It’s not such a shock when I wake up anymore, and realize that I am, indeed, still pregnant. I’m still nervous about the ultrasound, though, and I don’t think I’ll feel really okay until afterwards. I really wish it was at the beginning of the week rather than the end of the week. One day at a time, I guess.

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And there goes the dog again. Lovely. I can’t wait until hubby gets home.