I have a huge, honkin' beer belly now. It's impossible to hide that I am incubating. And now that the obvious is well, for lack of a better word, obvious, everyone keeps asking me the same question: what will I do with my dogs?
What people want to hear me reply is "Oh, we're going to find them all good homes." Never! They make my home complete. Without these knuckleheads, I don't have home. I may have a building with windows and doors, but not a home.
So I've been instead replying "I'm going to spoil them even more. I'm grateful for their calming presence in light of my raging pregnancy hormones. I'm going to love them more than ever possible."
I love the blank look on people's faces when they hear my reply.
So Mafiosos, rest assured that you four are not going anywhere, no matter what the crazy people suggest. I will continue to spoil you with a plethora of dogs beds and light fires for you in the fireplace because I know just how much you love the warmth. Because even though we're having a baby, you four are my original babies. And nothing's gonna change that.