I really super-de-duperly love my dog. Not only is he cute to look at, he's the snuggliest dog on the planet and the biggest love muffin ever. Ringo is his name, and we adopted him from the Animal Control shelter (where they put the dogs to sleep) in Brooklyn. It was a scary place, and he was really scrawny and ugly when we adopted him, but somehow saw through that to the cuteness. We had no idea how cute he's really be.
Now we're afraid that we've wasted all our cuteness on our dog, and our baby might be..not cute. We do not have a baby picture of our donor, like some of the other donors we used did, so we really don't know. We're betting on S.'s genes being the dominant ones so that we have a baby that's recognizable. We did our best to match the donor to me, but I guess you just never know. I try not to think about those things too much, but I feel it's probably something I'll have to answer soon when I start telling a lot of people I work with. As far as I know, there are lesbians at school, but not ones whose partner is pregnant, so I guess I'll be the first. Hopefully I can dodge most of the questions that make people think and probably make them a tad bit uncomfortable, but I'm really fine with answering them all the same.
Happy New Year!! Here's what we ate, besides the 5-course French dinner:
It's a "Bouche de Noel," or Yule Log. Our friend Stacey made it, and wouldn't you say it's ridiculously amazing for her first one?? Stacey is also going to be S.'s doula, and the baby's due date is her birthday, so we think of her as good luck. She claims she needed a head start in giving S. gestational diabetes (joke). Speaking of which, S. has decided that officially, none of her pants fit her. This weekend she seems to have warped into a truly pregnant lady (peeing, weird cravings, etc.).