I took my dog, Sylvie Odette, to the vet today for a pregnancy check. Back in May she was in heat and had a little episode with our other dog, Ollie Augustus. Despite my best efforts, we have a teen pregnancy on our hands.
When I found out today that my Sylvie is with puppy, I panicked. The vet left the room to print off some information and Lydia asked, “How did she get pregnant?” Sofia responded before I could with, “When a boy and girl…” I quickly interrupted, “Nope. I need everybody to sit in their seat and give me a minute.”
The vet’s assistant returned and informed me of basic needs for my pregnant Sylvie. As she explained signs of birth, she recommended getting a thermometer to check Sylvie for signs of labor. My 6 year old leaned in and whispered, “I am not sticking that thing up her butt.” I assured Vivian that would not be her job, texted my husband, and tried to pull it together.
As I was checking out, the assistant said, “Feel free to call us with any questions and we’ll see you in a couple weeks.” I laughed and said, “I will probably be stalking you with questions.” They laughed, but I think they realize I will be calling daily to process this situation.
We got in the car and before the girls could ask any questions, I asked, “Who wants ice cream? You can have a smoothie, frappe, or milk shake.” We stopped by McDonalds on our way home. I got an ice cream cone and shared a 10 piece chicken nugget with Sylvie. I felt like we earned that.
Mamarazzi & Her Divas 