...or doesn't as the case may be. You're looking at the most elegant footwear that my dear wife can put on these days. After trying on a pair of heels the other day, I heard something like, "I look like an old lady!" Of course she only meant her puffy feet bulging out of the shoes. She's a ravishing beauty in every other respect.
A visit to the doctor on Friday was pleasantly uneventful, so we continue to bore you happily with nothing other than good news. The baby's head is down, and the baby is facing the correct way. Cervix is thinning as expected, so Kristin's on target for a delivery in the next week or two!
The biggest problems? Deliveries. The salespeople for the baby's dresser and rug were optimistic when they said those items would be here by now. "Maybe before Christmas?" they mused. "Sure, whatever, I'll just tell my wife to keep her legs crossed."
Lily should be back to herself by then. Just when we thought she was okay, she treated Kristin to a round of bodily fluids from both ends. Fortunately, that happened at the vet's office as well, so the doctor got to see the problem and hear the gurgling belly: "I couldn't beleive I could hear that from across the room!" the doc told me today when she called to check in on the patient.
For the next five days, Lily is enjoying poulet et rice avec le Pepcid AC, and I get dooty examination duty. Other than sleeping a bit more, she seems fine, so tell your furry friends to keep their paws crossed.
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