Just another day in the dog park . . .

Well, sort of. Except, this time a dog actually walked over to me, and peed ON me.

You read that right. And it's true. I actually got urinated on at the dog park tonight by some big black dog. Fascinating, huh? Let me tell you the whole story . . .

It's like, 8:30 pm., and Eric is done with his work on the basement for the night, and we're trying to decide if we feel like doing anything before watching the movie we rented last night. Then, I look over at Dino, (our 2 ½ year old Aussie Shep/Blue Heeler mix) and decide that he could use a trip to his favorite place in the world, THE DOG PARK!!

So, we grab a plastic bag and his leash (for incidentals), get in the truck, and drive the mile over to his park. Maybe it was because the weather was so nice, but honestly, there were more dogs at this dog park then we've ever seen—parking was actually an issue for a couple of minutes! Of course, in the back seat Dino looks like he's about to go Cujo on us and jump through the window if we don't hurry up and let him out.

After finding a spot and letting Dino safely exit the car, I decide that I might be better off standing by this little bridge with railings in case any of the dogs have a thing for pregnant women and want to jump up on me. After all, I didn't want to create any “awkward situations” if one of them got too close to my unborn child.

About 10 minutes go by, and I'm just watching with a smile on my face as Dino runs around and plays with the other dogs. I imagine it's kind of like watching your kid play with the other kids on the playground—you get a happy feeling knowing that they're socializing well! As I enjoy the moment at hand, I notice I'm kind of in a daze . . . just watching the dogs, enjoying the first rain-free day in so many weeks . . . when all of a sudden, my foot feels really warm. Really warm. Kinda wet. Not bad, sort of like this warm, refreshing, water was being sprayed on it. So I look down, and I see this big black dog with his leg up. Pissing on my foot at first, and now it's traveling up my leg.

That didn't just happen . . . I didn't just get peed on. So I replay the whole scene in my head, and for some reason, it's VERY funny. It really is, isn't it? Of course I couldn't get mad at the dog, or the dog's owner—he was just trying to pee on the railing of the bridge, and I happened to be standing in his way.

Unfortunately for Dino, his trip got cut a little short. I think he understood though . . .

I post this because I want you to think of this the next time you're having a bad day. Just recall this story and think to yourself, “at least somebody else's dog didn't take a leak on me.” I guarantee you'll either feel better about your situation, or at the very least, get a little chuckle.

7 Months!!

Look who remembered how to post a blog entry! I know, right--it's about time. And it's not like I haven't had the opportunity, or had any exciting topics to update you on . . . just that I had a bout of "blognesia," (where one forgets they have a blog). It's very common in areas like the South, and parts of Mexico.

So! 7 months . . . 3rd trimester . . . Sophia is ALMOST HERE! And I just have to say, I'm basically obsessed with myself right now. All I can think about is this precious little baby growing inside me. I love to feel her move . . . I love knowing that she's developing a little personality in there. Like when I rest a book or a plate of food on my stomach, and she kicks against it as if to say, "hey, get that off of me!"

I love that I can take it easy, and rest when I need to for her. I love that the majority of the meals I eat are made at home, and are good for me (for her). I'm feeling so at peace and so blessed right now.

Speaking of blessed, have you ever gotten so excited over something you never really thought was too big of a deal? Like, a kitchen light maybe? Because honestly, I've been on cloud 9 ever since Eric rewired this new light for our kitchen yesterday—it makes the whole space look different! Warmer, more inviting . . . and of course, brighter! I mean, it wasn't like we were living by candle light before . . . (grabbing Tabasco out of the refrigerator instead of the Ketchup we had in mind) but since we redid our kitchen over a year ago, we've just been using our under cabinet lighting, and the lights above our sink. I'll tell ya. It's the little things. I'm convinced of it.

Okay—leaving you with a couple pictures of my pregnant self.

This one is from my last month's visit home to NJ--it's me and my adorable "little" sister, who's 3" taller than me standing on the porch of her condo development while her equally adorable (I mean tough and masculine) husband takes our picture. P.S. I HAD SUCH A GREAT VISIT! Everything was wonderful--seeing my family, eating all the foods from home I had been craving:

• Dunkin Donuts: decaf iced coffees, Boston cream and glazed donuts, egg sandwiches on croissants


• Steck's Deli at the Somerville Circle: garlic pickles. A lot of them.


• Rita's Italian Ice: Gelati, or custard.


• Frank's Pizza: Pizza with baked ziti on it . . . mmm.


• 25 Burgers: The #1. Your basic cheeseburger, but one of the best you'll ever have.


• And finally . . . my Dad's eggplant parmesan, and my Mom's meatloaf.

Here's me about a month ago--it's when I was just starting to feel her move. So far, it's my favorite part of being pregnant!