I don’t usually (ever) post pics of anyone else’s children, but I’m breaking my own rule today. My bff in S’port, Darla, and her hubs Chris had twins in the spring and they are my unofficial nephews. And her dog is an old friend of mine, too. This was going to be a short post, but after reading it, I had to tell you a little more. I can’t tell a short story anyway, y’all know that.
A little history: Darla and Chris adopted my dog, Beau, 7 years ago when we moved from Georgia to Houston to Canada. It was really hard for me because Beau was my first mommy experience before Molly and I hated to give him away, but was glad he was going to Dar. (I was going to end this paragraph here, but went back and finished the story.) I had had two miscarriages before Molly, the first was three days before Christmas the year we were married (1997), and the second in February two years later; so Beau was really special to me. Y’all know everything with me has to be complicated, so getting pregnant was no different. We tried to get pregnant for two years after losing the second baby. I was miserable and Scott was the best hubs I could have asked for. I had made an appointment with an infertility specialist a few days before we learned I was pregnant with Molly and was ecstatic to be able to cancel it. Later on I found out that I have an “inhospitable uterus” — turns out my insides are just as crabby as I am. It was funny in the movie “Baby Mama” that Tina Fey had the same issue, but reality is pretty damn cruel. Reality is having to take medication, have bed rest, have lots of ultrasounds, and still worry yourself to death just knowing something is going to go wrong because it’s happened before. Saying it sucks or was rough doesn’t come close. Plus, at the time, everyone we knew (literally) were having babies, so that made it practically impossible to get through Sunday school or lunch with friends without crying or thinking I’d faded into some sort of alternate universe where people with babies rule the world. And I naturally have anxiety in normal situations, so this was bad, real bad.
When I was pregnant with Molly, Beau would sit on the sofa with me and put his head on my belly, we’d take naps on the sofa, read baby name books, and he was comforting when I was fired after I had told my boss I wouldn’t be able to come to work one morning when I woke up dizzy and didn’t feel like driving was a great idea. After Molly was born, Beau would steal her socks off her feet while she was in the baby swing and hide them. He was bad, but I loved him (he just prepared me for Katie and Andrew.) Darla and Chris gave him a happy home and lots of love and I am thankful for that.
Darla and Chris are gluttons for punishment, so they bought another Basset, George. And of course they had twin boys to go with the two dogs.
Here’s my new fave pic of Beau dog licking baby Luke as baby Bowen looks on at George. The link to Darla’s blog is in the blogroll. She’s awesome. 
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