Stretch Pants and Pizza

I'm developing a knack for maternity clothes.  No lie-- pants with elastic panels above the hips are amazing.  I should rename them Thanksgiving Pants.  If I could only find some underpants that don't leave red marks on my legs...  wishful thinking I suppose.

Chris and I find out today @ 5 PM what kind of mammal we are having.  Its either a Rottweiler or a Golden Retriever.

I think it's a boy.  No reason really-- I just think I'm meant to raise boys and not girls.  Snakes and smails and puppy dog's tails.

Speaking of which, Animal Planet is airing new episodes of "Too Cute."  This is like the porn of the porn in terms of puppy smut.  Puppy Superbowl.  Grab some kleenex and something to drink, because its going to be a bumpy ride and you MAY just end up driving (in an emotional haze) to your local animal shelter.