Someone tell me that it will all be ok in the morning and my dogs will not be being absolute horrors when they've never been anything but good as gold. As i type, I can see my dogs Jase & Liam destroying my garden. My puppy, Lola is being especially bitey and all I can feel is overwhelming guilt that I got pregnant so unexpectedly after we got her and that I've done her a wrong by not being able to devote my full attention to her. We informed the breeder and he offered to take her back but I just couldn't give her up I'd become too attached to her and she's the sweetest thing. I just want to sit in a corner and cry that my house is being destroyed by my dogs, my cat has run away and the other one is terrified, one of my children is sulking about the baby and tomorrow I will bring a baby home to a puppy which we all know is a match made in hell. I just want to sit in a corner and sob.
Ah well, ignore my musings and wish me luck for my inducing tomorrow.