My male dog was nesting. Apparently, even though dogs were known to make nests in the wild, it’s really only something lady dogs about to give birth do. And according to my minimal understanding of canine biology, Sparky is a boy, so who knows what’s up with that. But anyway, he had taken some blankets, my husband’s racing suit and a spoon behind our big comfy chair in the living room and made a little nest back there without our knowing it. We moved all the stuff back to their respective places and it hasn’t happened since, but it was a bit surprising.
I’m hard to pressed to say I couldn’t identify with him though. A lot of new things have been going on and he had just turned one. I had moved in after the wedding, he had still only been a part of the family for a few months. There have been a ton of changes; grabbing comforting things and just curling up in a warm spot sometimes seems like a fine idea. I’m excited about my new role as wife and step-mother, but things are definitely different. Being full of hope and love still doesn’t mean you’re not the tiniest bit worried you’ll screw everything up. This blog is me trying to make sense of it all. What it’s like to be a step-mom at 24. What it’s like to be a newlywed. What it’s like to figure out a brand new city. What it’s like to try and find a job. With my husband and the cutest little guy by my side I know it will all work out, but in the meantime, I’ll be adjusting my nest.