This is John Lennon one of your furry brothers who has decided over the past month my tummy is his new perch when I lay down. I wonder if with his big ears he can hear you in my tummy, the little heartbeat where there once wasn’t one and your random shifting. I also wonder if his perching is an early way to be close to you. Your Dad and I have done a lot of talking over the past few months on how to make you the new edition fit into the family the pups have come to rely on and not be jealous when you basically take over our world. We’ve made a few adjustments around the house for them long before you are due so they won’t be in shock over at all at once. One of the biggest changes has been not letting them sleep with us at night. I have to say this one has been just as hard on me then on the pups. A couple nights when your Dad is deep asleep I’ve sneaked out to the living room, woken Johnny up and carry him back to bed for some snuggle time with me. I wish we could just have a HUGE bed (and a apartment larger then the NYC average to hold it) that had the space for you to sleep with us with out fear of the pups trampling you if they are in the bed too. We could be one big mom/dad/babe/pup snuggle fest every night. Those are the kind of things dreams are made of.