Thank God my pregnancy was confirmed last week. I understand that David was more than a little uncertain and nervous, but the morning inspections were getting quite tiring. At times like this I do wish I could talk human - I did everything but draw David a map.
So we headed off to the vets for an ultrasound which indicated five or six little acorn sized growing puppies. This is just about the midway point of my pregnancy, so numbers can't be considered as being very accurate.
I haven't noticed much of a difference in my energy levels. A romp through the deep snow at high speed is still a desirable activity. I am probably a bit more clingy, a little bitchy on occasion around my packmates, and my stomach has been a little bit off in the mornings. But all in all, I think I am doing quite well.
Due date is March 19 (the same birthday as my Uncle Donald's 8th - in dog years)
Next week I will introduce you to Trim (the guy who is responsible for my delicate condition).
