Niblet has no idea what is going on. I am not showing (much as I freaked a few weeks ago that I was, I'm really not). She knows mommy has been going to the doctor, and has been feeling sick, but hell, that's nothing unusual in my house for the past 2 years. Husband and I discuss our predicament in hushed tones, after she has fallen asleep.
She is still hopeful for a cat. A tabby.
Our mornings this week have been strangely calm. I say strangely, because Niblet is something of a drama queen who fusses in the morning about everything. Choosing clothes for school, choosing breakfast, what we pack for lunch. Usually, it's all very.... loud, for lack of a better word. This week our mornings have been cuddly and sweet (and she is not a cuddler). I know I have been trying to grab an extra hug, and extra snuggle every second I can, and I am so thankful that this week she is receptive to them.
I started researching cats (since I've never owned a pet and I am a researcher). Maine Coons sound really cool. Affectionate, almost dog-like companions.