What’s Mine is Yours

Well, it’s official the dogs have taken over. They haven’t over thrown the entire house yet, although I’m sure they are plotting, but they have confiscated my maternity pillow. One of the few things I bought once I found out I was pregnant was a Kate Spade diaper bag (we were in San Antonio the weekend after we found out and it was half off and I couldn’t pass it up, we all know how I love purses and what is a diaper bag really other than a big purse?) and a maternity pillow.

I figured since I already have lower back issues, and it’s just going to get worse, might as well invest in one now as opposed to later. So I went to Target and bought one, and let me tell you it’s been well worth it. I highly recommend one for anyone who is pregnant. It’s basically a big body pillow but the way it wraps around you when you are sleeping on your side really helps. And apparently the dogs are fond of it too.

Max is probably thinking "It's Just My Size!"

Poor Duke, he's just happy to be on the bed.
Max normally doesn't let him near it.

As soon as I get up from the bed whether it’s for the day or one of the billion times I have to get up to go to the restroom in the middle of the night, the minute I leave that spot it is a mad dash between Duke and Max to see who gets it first. Spoiled brats I tell you. Oh well I have no one to blame but myself, they are my fur babies after all. Clint’s the disciplinary and I’m the push over……wonder if that’s how it’s going to be once baby Hester is here? Nah, let s not forget I’m half Italian after all and if there’s one thing we Italians know how to do, besides eat, is be the boss and I think that will come out even more once we have kids. I am my father's daughter after all. And Pete Pascuzzi don't mess around. :)

On a side note, I had to throw this picture in. Ever since Max was a puppy he had to sleep under the bed, well that worked for about a month until fatty got too big and then one day he got stuck. Poor fella, Clint had to lift the bed to get him out and sure enough he darts right out from under it and takes off. So now since he can no longer fit his entire body under the bed he just sleeps with just his head under there. My little ostrich, who says animals don’t have personalities?