Polly

We have a dog. Her name is Polly. She's a yellow lab mix.

She's an awesome dog and we love her.

My mom came to visit over Memorial Day weekend. My dog loves my parents and up til now my mom calls Polly her granddog. Her stand-in for grandkids.

That weekend Polly acted weird. She whined a lot. She seemed restless. I thought she wasn't feeling well, that something was wrong with her.

I was supposed to start my period the day after my mom arrived. It never came. I sent Seth to the grocery store for a pregnancy test while my mom was in the shower Saturday morning. It, as you know, was positive.

Since then, Polly has been my shadow. Now, technically, Polly is my dog. I had her before Seth and I started dating (barely, she was still a baby when we started dating). But she looooves Seth. Loves him. Maybe he's more fun than me. Maybe he gives better belly rubs. Who knows? All I know is that my dog prefers my husband.

Until now.

Now she's my faithful companion. I sit on the couch and she sits right in front of me. She used to sleep out in the hallway, outside our room. Now she sleeps right at the foot of our bed.

I've been telling Seth since we found out that I'm pregnant that I thought the dog knew. He thought I was crazy, but I just thought she knew.

Today, I read this article that says I may be right.

And that is really cool. It makes me happy to think that Polly knows about the baby and is preparing for a new member of the family. I hope they love each other and grow to be great friends. That thought just makes me really happy.