They say that when you’re pregnant, your dogs can sense that something is up. With Bean, this was true. Lucy and Molly stayed closer to me, were quieter, and were gentler during my whole pregnancy. And then Bean came along and their lives changed forever.
This time around is slightly different. For one thing, the dogs don’t sense that something is up. They KNOW. And they KNOW exactly what’s going on. They’ve seen this before. And, trust me, they are none too pleased about this unexpected turn of events.
Each dog is preparing for the arrival of our second baby very differently. Lucy is just angry. Pissed off. Mad. She walks around snapping and barking. She demands food. Demands to be let out. Refuses to get off the furniture. Has no patience with Bean. Hates us and her life. Every so often I’ll catch her giving me the stink eye and I can see her thinking, “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.”
Molly though is taking on a very unusual fascination since I’ve become pregnant. The closer we get to welcoming Baby Gracie, the more obsessed Molly becomes with shadows and light beams.
It’s almost like she knows that our time is getting ready to be taken up even more and so she better go ahead and find a new way to keep herself entertained. And shadows and light beams have become her coping mechanism. We started noticing this weird new thing a couple weeks ago. Every night that we sat on the couch and watched TV, Molly was right under our feet. Which is pretty normal. But she wasn’t interested in us or what was going on around us. She was interested in the shadows and light that the TV made dance under the table. She fixed her eyes on them and every fiber of her being waited in nervous anticipation for one of those shadows that the TV cast to flash up under the living room table.
It is the weirdest thing Chris and I have ever seen. It’s like Molly is possessed. She’ll sit and stare at them for oddly long amounts of time. In fact, these pictures all look like they were taken in sequence really quickly, but they were actually taken over the course of several hours. She just never moved. For hours. Oh, except for her tail. Her tail wags violently the whole time she’s sitting there.
I think she’s cracking up. I think bringing Bean into her life was a big change, but bringing another baby into her life might have actually pushed her over the edge. And I feel bad for her. I really do. I know just how she feels. Sometimes I find myself wishing I could climb under the coffee table and not deal with anything else, too. But change is a fast-moving freight change, my friend. And Molly hears the whistle blowing. She just won’t stop staring at the tracks.
Today I am grateful that Chris cooks dinner every night.