As you know, I love animals. And because I love animals so much, I feel compelled to spread the word about rescuing them. There are so many sad stories it makes me sick. But some sad stories have happy endings. I wish I had a farm and I could rescue every poor animal that comes across my path that needs a home. But since I can’t, I can do this: I can share a little bit of it with you. And maybe, maybe, maybe somebody will know somebody who knows somebody who can help. There’s a chance.

I have a blogger friend who has started to write the story of the dog she rescued. She hasn’t finished the story yet but she asked me to pass along her link. And if you’re interested in these sorts of things, this link too. It’s a good story, go read it.

*photo by Photographer Lori of course!

I wish I could kidnap every tired pregnant woman who’s slaving away at the office (or home) trying to finish up that last project when she’s eight or nine months along (or anybody who’s stuck in super cold weather and hating it) and ship her out to my beach where it’s 75 degrees in the middle of January. Who cares what you look like in a bikini. There wasn’t a soul on the beach besides some gulls and some un-interested old man reading a paper. The breeze was just right, the waves were crashing, the sun was shining but not too hot… The baby’s kicking lightly because she likes being outside too.

Life can’t get much better than this. I feel so lucky to live where I live and even though I’m hating all this waiting and waiting and waiting, maybe it was meant to be that I have just a few more days to enjoy being exactly where I am right now.

I took a bunch of shots of myself in my bikini but unfortunately Toby has nixed the idea of putting that much skin on the internet (except the one shot, which he approved). He’s right. Even though I love showing off and feeling pretty in my own skin, that’s not exactly the kind of traffic I want to bring to this site. But it made me feel good to take pictures of my super mountainous roundy curves and for once not hate the way I look.

You know what I think? I think she crawled back in deeper this morning. I woke up with the distinct feeling of a bum being pressed up against my ribs, really hard. I think she doesn’t want to come out.

I went to bed thinking positive thoughts. Toby went on and on last night about how mysterious hormones are and how sometimes you can affect them with your thoughts. We both agreed that was a pretty new-agey idea but we spent the last four years trying to get pregnant and more mysterious theories have been contemplated. Toby said if I was stressing out about bright florescent lit hospital rooms and scary sharp needles and cold clinical doctors then maybe the baby was picking up my bad mojo thoughts and maybe that was hindering the natural hormone process.

So I went to bed with thoughts of opening flowers and butter melting and lots of good happy cheery warm receptions with hot chocolate and apple pie…. I drifted off to sleep with the feeling that I was opening up every lock in my body…

AND THEN I HAD A NIGHTMARE!!!

I dreamt the I was in a horror movie! There were a bunch of us stuck in some kind of haunted house and we were all trying to get out of this house that was eating us with it’s walls! What kind of crazy dream is that? The doors and windows were all locked and we were all trying to cut ourselves out through the walls with machetes and hack saws. But the further we hacked into the sheet rock and insulation, the more skeletons of others who’d tried to escape we’d find! It was terrible! If my thoughts can trigger hormones to release, then that dream will probably scare her back in until February!

And sure enough, at my doctor’s appointment today, the doctor said there was absolutely no progress. None, zip, nada.