Pregnancy bites and doggy drool.

Well, first, about the doggie. We ended up finding him a new home.

He was absolutely wonderful and unbelievably well behaved — the house training was pretty much as good as we could get it (he could only go about 4 hours because he’s little, but he definitely knew not to go in the house) but he was getting more and more upset when we left him. We thought about it a lot and we really could only spend about 5 hours a day with him because he would eat the cat (aside from the fact that we hadn’t seen Caesar all week because he was pissed) if we let him sleep with us and we have to go to work during the day. Dave and I just decided that wasn’t very fair to the pup to neglect him like that so we resolved to find him a home that could give him more attention. We weren’t going to take him back to the humane society (that seemed irresponsible to us).

As it turns out, Julie’s friend, who works at home, was looking for a puppy and fell in love with him instantly. We’ll probably be able to visit him in a week or so when he’s settled. It was horrible to let him go — especially because when Julie and Joel came over to meet the pup, he would only come to Dave and I because he was nervous about the new people — he even growled at Julie before I told him she was ok, and then he was really playful. It’s amazing what loyalty they have in such a short time. But I think he’s in a place where he will get the attention he needs now. I feel worse that we didn’t really think through it all before we got him that we let him go — I really think that was the most caring thing to do for the dog and I feel good about considering him instead of our own selfish fuzz-therapy desires.

And now on to the pregnancy issue. Seriously, I don't know why they call it morning sickness -- it is constant. It has hit me the last 5 days or so like a ton of bricks. Other than that, I feel ok, but it's really hard to get past the reality that I don't feel like I should be more than ten steps from a puke pot. I have felt a little better this afternoon, but I REALLY hope this is temporary. It is supposed to go away after the first trimester (which for me means Thanksgiving) but I'm not sure I'll make it through. I'm sure I will, but damn, puking for no reasonable cause is crappy.

My "big secret" (being pg) is not quite so big anymore. Alison and Kristen, co-workers, both confronted me about it this morning -- Kristen goes, "So your sickness, is it morning sickness?" I kinda looked away and she asked "are you pregnant?" So I couldn't really dodge that one -- and Alison was direct as always. It's funny, I was really stressed about not being able to tell people but it's kinda fun to keep secrets... I think I'm going to miss when the cat is really out of the bag. I'm encouraged though because, even as my head was propped above the toilet yesterday, I find myself really excited about the idea of being a mom. Of course, these feelings are quickly followed by panic, but still a sense of happiness. Hey, if I can be ok with puking, anything's possible. And as for the baby, s/he already can move on its own, has a beating heart, and, by the end of the week, will have most of its little organs and look like a little alien baby (as opposed to a tumor-like clump of cells).

Things are good.