This past week has had its share of unbounded happiness and extreme anxiety. And several mornings have begun with a ritual peeing on a stick and then snuggling together to watch the lines appear (and to compare with a test from a few days before that).
And when I say snuggling together, I mean me, Will, and our little boxer puppy, Moxie (who's not so little any more). Moxie has even been weighing in with her thoughts on how the pregnancy is progressing.
See how intently she's examining the sticks? That's because she is one smart boxer doggie. Also, she'd really like there to be a baby around the apartment that she can lick and nuzzle whenever the mood strikes her. And whose stuffed toys she can steal and pretend they are her own.
"The line on the bottom definitely smells darker.
Definitely! It's not even a close call!"
Oh yeah. Sanity may be running a bit low over at Mo and Will's (and Moxie's) house. But there is a lot of love - and renewed hope - here.
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