{{GC}} I'm wishing good things for you and the little cookie dough. Is there a genetic counselor at either Dr. Homophobe's office or with your OB? My high-risk doctor had one, and while I absolutely loved him to pieces and he was good at talking to us, the counselor was so much better at explaining the math to us when our results came back and putting it in perspective. I would seriously recommend having the amnio done where there is a counselor to help.

Sassafras threw up because she ate too much grass while playing in the backyard of a friend's house with her pug. I don't know what it is about her lawn that turns my dog into a cow. So, she's fine -- not sick, just dumb.

Sassafras threw up because she ate too much grass while playing in the backyard of a friend's house with her pug.

Yesterday, a high school friend brought his dog to meet Bartleby and the two of them went mad over the long grass in my front yard. It was crazy how zealous they were for it.

Neither threw up but this morning, Bartleby had (once again, whitefonted for the squeamy) had 'streamers' post-poo. I couldn't help but laugh over the 'Ehn, ehn. Hey, can you help me with this?" expression on his face.

With all the rain we've had, it must be a particularly good vintage of grass these days.

The friend's dog is an even more spectacular mix than mine own doggylove. He's a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever/Corgi mix. Incredibly long in the chassis, stumpy of leg and tufty of feet. I'd never heard of a NSDTR until I met him.

They're having the baby at home, but didn't tell my mother. She would flip out.

Learning to lie to your mother is an important survival skill. My theory is that what your parents don't know won't hurt you. I hope everything goes well.

Waiting for tests sucks, GC. It's hard to keep your brain out of that hamster wheel of what ifs.

Mr Peabody ravenously attacks the ornamental grass I have in pots. It's not even really grass; it's a sedge. He then usually throws up right away, while he's still outside. He once woke me up in middle of the night to go outside and eat grass. It's like some perverse addiction.

He's a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever/Corgi mix. Incredibly long in the chassis, stumpy of leg and tufty of feet.

Tollers are a hoot. Very smart and very stubborn. This combo sounds like he's quite the looker as well.

Some pretty for a Monday.

Some pretty for a Monday.

He really does B&W well.

He's never been my specific flavor of pretty, but damn if pictures 3 & 7 shouldn't be against the law.

So, hey, I'm an aunt again! Thanks for the ~ma!

This combo sounds like he's quite the looker as well.

Here is a cute shot of the two of them that really highlights the stubblitude.

eta: Best wishes on the house of Vortex!

Yay baby!