I have now reached 24 weeks, the third trimester. I must now brace myself for my tummy to expand even more dramatically, and am wondering how my nesting instincts will be. I would not be surprised to find myself frantically cleaning the house in about a month or so.
When reflecting on my love for my fur baby Kobi (chihuahua), it frightens me to think that I could possibly love anything more in this world. Several people have remarked to me that the love for your baby would surpass the love for your pet immensely, something that seems almost unimaginable to me at this time. Me and the hubby are very attached to Kobi, and I believe that I echo his sentiments when describing our love for him. We basically consider him to be our first born. I can honestly say that it breaks my heart to see that the little fur baby is aging before our eyes. He will be 6 years old on March 18, and quite a bit of white fur has already sprouted around his muzzle and eyes. It seems like yesterday that we brought him home and he was just the tiniest furball staring at us with those big black eyes. I guess I will probably be thinking the same sort of thing about our baby's growth in a few years time, minus the fur.
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