Not a dog mom, no, even though that is a joyful & splendid thing in and of itself.
I'm talking birth.
A life that you carry inside you, for what feels like forever but looking back you REALLY wish you had enjoyed it more.
While I was out, we got pregnant, lost the baby.
Got it right the second time, he is 13 months now-and fills me up more than a hunk of cheesecake after a 'uge pasta dinna.
Pictures are not uploading for some reason, maybe that's a blessing-did you have 13 months to look at 4077,000 baby-dogs-food-first giggle-first smile-first taste of French toast pictures??!?