My mornings in a nutshell

Lately in the mornings I will wake up and lay there for awhile.

I've been following my hand from my rib cage to my abdomen and enjoying how right after my belly button comes an uphill climb of baby bump.

I've been thinking things to the baby. Not really saying them out loud, because I figure the baby probably can't hear me yet, and even if it could at this point I would probably have to yell, and even then it would probably sound like someone yelling at you while you are underwater. And that's not pleasant.

So I just think things to her or him and figure our hearts understand each other in a non-verbal, your a part of me sort of way.

I think things like:

"I can't really believe that you are in there baby, it's hard to wrap my head around. But you are and I am so glad."

and

"Don't worry about Mama being sick, it's really not your fault. I've always had wacky hormones."

and

"You are seriously going to have the best Dad."

And then I'll do the same thing to God, but think different sorts of things of course.

Then I'll get up and hug my husband before he goes out the door and eat some Lucky Charms.

Scout got Spayed.

She has been wearing this cone since her surgery last Friday and has to wear it until her stitches come out this Friday.


Doesn't she look so ashamed and embarrassed?


Don't let her fool you, she hasn't missed a beat. She is sassy as ever running around the house and bashing into our shins with the cone.


The plus side to having her spayed at Halloween time was the built in costume. She went as a "Coney Dog"


Ba-dum-bum.