Which sort of made me feel like the biggest jerk in the world, since I'm not pregnant.
I repeat, I'm NOT pregnant.
But thank you for all the well wishes, in case I ever am pregnant. I'll just store them up, if that ever happens, because those were seriously the nicest comments, ever, and if I ever am pregnant again, it would be a shock, and I'd need those comments!
I'd feel really terrible for ever-so-slightly misleading you, except I laughed so hard last night reading your comments--and the Facebook comments--and the Twitter comments--and the frantic text messages from my sister-in-law and sister who were feeling very out of the loop, that I couldn't stop long enough to feel guilty. I never, ever, ever! pull a fast one on anybody, because I'm not quick enough to think of good ones, and I can't keep a straight face. That generally means that people trick me all the time. Case in point: my brother-in-law had nose surgery this week, and when my sister called to tell me his nose collapsed after they started the surgery, I was already in deep, heartfelt prayer before she told me she was kidding. She does this to me all the time; you'd think I'd learn. Remind me to tell you about my engagement outfit someday. That one was so good we both about wet our pants. If I think too hard about it even now, I laugh until I cry. The good thing, though, about never pulling pranks, is that nobody ever suspects you of one, when you do! My sister texted me in the wee hours this morning wanting to know if I was pregnant--and she even knew we were getting a new family member this week! See? She never even suspected me :)
Anyway, back to our news: thank you, seriously, for your congratulations, but just remember, I never actually mentioned adding a human to the family! So, with no further ado, meet Saint:
He's a brindle English mastiff, and we brought him home this afternoon. He's going to be one big dog--topping out over 200 pounds! So you can see how I was a little surprised when I agreed to this, especially since I just told Pace about a month ago that we'd never have three dogs. I said it emphatically, and I really, really, really meant it. Clearly I should never say never.
I'm not exactly sure how I, the reluctant owner of two dogs, have come to own three, except that our black lab turned a corner about a month ago and has become the sweetest, mostly-well-behaved dog, and my husband got me at a weak moment, I guess! He has wanted a mastiff for ages, and it's a small thing to make him so happy!
So thank you for all the congratulations, although I know you were talking about baby humans, not baby dogs! And I solemnly swear that if we ever again find out we're expecting, rather than expanding, I will make sure and tell you, no guessing necessary! ;)