I have fantasies of babies. Sweet smelling, chubby, drooly, babies, even though my babies are getting older and my husband can't have no' babies no'more. He is done and I am not; but that does not stop me from having crazy thoughts of becoming miraculously pregnant again (and having a justification for this baby belly I'm still sporting around). Well that was till our family decided to adopt a puppy from a rescue foundation.
She is so cute and snuggly, and we are such suckers. We previously adopted our lab, Gunner, when he was 2 years old. He IS the perfect dog and we all adore him. So what could go wrong this time around? I needed something to cuddle STAT!
Now I am sleep deprived. I have cleaned my carpets more than I have ever cleaned anything before. I am constantly feeding her, cleaning her (she loves to roll in the most disgusting things), and pulling things out of her mouth. I have baby gates up, and I am constantly worried she will escape somewhere, and panic when I don't know where she is at. She has some special needs, she is a nervous pooper, and is constantly hacking things up. She has no manners and thinks everyone is her personal chew toy, food buffet, and salt lick. I am exhausted!
I always cringe when people compare their pets to having children. I mean really?! You really think your crazy cat, Muffin is just like having a child?! Ughh! But ask me if I have any desire for a baby now.
Not even one little tiny twinge.
I am open to baby nieces and nephews though, just as long as they don't poop on my living room throw pillows.