Pregnant Finds
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i can't believe i am even posting this hideous photo of my face but i am far too lazy to blur it out, so this is what you get. no pregnancy glow here - just acne, bad hair and nausea (yes, still). bleh. but damn look how big my belly is!
This male dog was with a small pack of six dogs and had just eaten as they were still covered in blood and is that bloated it looks pregnant
I don't think with my shirt up like this I look very pregnant straight on yet. When I have one of my maternity shirts on, I do look pregnant from the front. Like I've got a child's small toy ball hiding in there.
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52 Blessings - Week #3: April is quite possibly the most beamingly beautiful pregnant lady ever! As unmine this blessing is... I, along with so many others I know & love, have waited & prayed for this day for so long... I couldn't be any happier for a pregnancy!
God is good!
23-08-09
I met this lovely pregnant cat today in the neighbourhood while once again looking for Mephisto – he has disappeared the day after our return from vacation (seven days ago).
As he is 13 years old and never stayed away for more than one or two days, I don't have much hope to see my sweetheart again. I'm inexpressibly sad.
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26-08-09
UPDATE: Yesterday, when I came back home from the evening work in the stable, I heard a cat's screaming behind the house in the garden. My first thougt: Mephisto! And the next one: But this is not his voice!
As it would have taken too much time to haste through the house into the garden, I ran to the fence and climbed it, and there he was, my beloved sweetheart, screaming as loud and strange as never before! Maybe you know the sounds a cat makes when he brings a prey along – it was something like that, but much louder, darker, and long drawn-out.
Mephisto has grown very thin and his fur was full of burrs (those little seeds wich hook everywhere), but he's unharmed! Later, when he lay in my lap and I was telling him the whole story of my unbeseemingly long absence, I picked the burrs out of his fur – more than 80 in number! ;-)))
We sat one and a half hour like this, then Mephisto wanted to eat again, and afterwards he started to stroll through the house and to scream like he does when he is in the mood to go out for an adventure. "Then go again!" I told him, "but be careful! I'll miss you horribly and fear for you, but go and be free and happy!" But he didn't leave. And when he noticed that I was going to sleep, he ran into my room, jumped on the bed and looked at me as if he would say: "Tonight I'm allowed to sleep here!" "As an exception!" I told him, and we slept peaceful and happily till the early morning... :-)))