Thursday, August 31, 2006


We had our 20-week ultrasound on Tuesday and everything looked fine. The tech gave us 98% confidence that we have two girls on the way. We told Owen and he cried. He wanted a baby brother. I guess he'll have to get used to not getting his way all the time.

I am feeling great and am measuring like I am 30 weeks pregnant. I must confess I kind of feel like I am 30 weeks pregnant. All I can do is do the best I can and hope they stay in there as long as possible.

So, now we prepare. I can finally buy those little girl clothes that I admire when I shop in the paltry little boys section. We are starting to toss around names more seriously. It is still weird that we have to name two babies. TWO GIRLS! Wow....

Monday, August 28, 2006

Sweet Sara

After a very stressful few weeks trying to figure out what to do with Sara, we were presented an option. Is it perfect? No. But it was the best option considering our choices.

To catch you up.. in my last post, I talked about how Sara (our dog) bit Owen. After contacting several foster shelters locally, we feared that we would have to put her down. So, I emailed a bunch of people in hopes that they might know someone who knows someone. A woman I work with sent it to a friend of hers who told me that he would help. And help he did. He got us hooked up with an organization in Roanoke, VA called Angels of Assisi. They do many things and one of them is taking dogs in and finding homes for them. They normally don't take dogs from the public, but this guy helped us get her in there. We dropped Sara off there two weeks ago and I proceeded to cry (bawl) for a long time. It was like leaving a child, and we couldn't even tell her what was happening. She was scared.

Although it is not ideal (ideal is that she never bit Owen in the first place), we feel that she has a chance now. I hope that a loving couple comes to her. If you look on their website under adoption, you can see her. She is a sweet, sweet thing. The hurt of what we had to do creeps up on me frequently. She never asked for this. It wasn't her fault that she was abused. However, this is the way that it has to be. Our other dog doesn't seem to notice at all. He is not well known for his powers of observation!

On a lighter note, tomorrow, we have the BIG ultrasound. I don't really feel pregnant. Yes, I am bigger, but I don't feel the babies move much at all. I think I've only felt them a couple times. So, I worry. I will be happy to see that everything is OK. AND, we are going to find out what we are having. I was always firmly in the camp of NOT finding out (sorry, Jennifer), but we feel differently this time (you are welcome, Jennifer). It is our 2nd (and 3rd) and it is twins. Somehow, that makes me feel like we should know more. So, stay tuned. I'll post tomorrow about what is baking inside of me.