Dogs and Babies Aren’t Exactly The Same

October 6, 2009 at 8:45 am 18 comments

Today is October 6. We are approximately 42 days away from my 25th birthday. (It’s November 17th, for those of you who aren’t good at counting.) I graduated from college two and a half years ago. I started a job a few weeks after that. I married a very handsome man a month or so later. Which means I have been married for a little over two years.

That handsome man and I bought a house almost two years ago. November 16, 2007 to be exact. I changed jobs a few months later to do work that didn’t make me want to jam a pencil in my eye. In January of 2009 one of our clunker cars bit the dust and we spent a long (ha!) 48 hours carefully deliberating and test driving one vehicle and visiting one dealership before purchasing our first SUV, also known as a baby-mobile.

Do you see where we’re headed? Most people do. Graduated, jobs, married, house, car… what’s next?

My blog. In the timeline of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Hurst, the blog actually came before the SUV. But it has taken on a whole new life and is now a much bigger part of my life than it was 9 months ago. So I would say that Roots & Rings is the next big event in our lives. But obviously blogging isn’t really on most people’s “Things To Do As I Grow Up” list. Most people’s next step would be a baby.

No this isn’t the post where I announce to The Internets that I am pregnant. I am not. So settle down and just read my story.

Stephen and I have been in open discussion about babies since we got married. It was never a talk that scared us. We figured we’d wait about two years and have a baby. (Incase you already forgot the timeline, we are 3 months past the two year mark and we don’t have a baby. Sometimes people don’t know what they are talking about when they set goals.)

A few months ago we went to Home Depot. In the back of the parking lot was a truck with a dog crate next to it. They had a sign propped up against the truck that said “PUPPIES.” We got out of our baby-mobile and intended to walk into the doors of Home Depot but somehow found ourselves walking toward the truck. As we were walking across that parking lot, Stephen enthusiastically said, “Oh! We could get a puppy!” I laughed at his ridiculousness and told him, “Okay. You have a choice. You can have a baby or a dog.” I could see the grin on his face, “Fine! A dog!” I knew his dirty tricks, “I don’t mean that you get one now and one a year from now. You get one. Period. And you don’t get another until the other is gone.”

Meaning this: Unless the Lord thinks I can handle twins (please, oh please Lord, don’t think I can handle twins!) I will not have two babies at once. I will not have a baby and get pregnant immediately afterward so that I have kids extremely close in age. I know my stress and migraines and massive knots in my shoulders- I know I can’t handle that. So this also means that I will not get another dog (Rookie was already part of the family) and then have a baby. The dog would have to be gone by the time I visited the idea of a baby. Are you following me?? The Hurst family will include a man, a woman, a dog, and a baby. Once that baby turns into a little kid, we’ll visit the baby idea again. But another dog does not fit into this equation unless the baby doesn’t, or unless the other dog doesn’t. I can’t see either of those happening. Hence, my proposal to Stephen which I will repeat now because this was quite a tangent and your eyes are probably glazed over. “Okay. You have a choice. You can have a baby or a dog.”

We played with the puppy but chose not to get it. Partially because we’d rather have a baby. And partially because the puppy was a pit bull and I will NEVER have a pit bull and a child in the same house. I don’t care to hear your thoughts and feelings on the matter. This is my opinion and I can choose that. Moving on.

Every now and then we experience what it’s like to have two dogs. My mom’s dog comes to visit often. Our pups play and sleep and bark and have a merry time. The two dogs have two separate potty rituals and two separate morning rituals. It makes me more responsible to have two of them around. My dog is chill. She sleeps when I tell her to go night-night. She eats when I say “good girl.” She potties when I tell her to go potty. She’s easy. Molly is different. She’s tiny and prissy. She sleeps when she feels like it. She eats about once a day, one kibble at a time. And don’t even get me started about her potty.

Molly is more like a baby than Rookie. She needs more attention and love. She can’t be alone long. If you’re not watching her, she’ll put anything in her mouth. And she’s scared of storms. She stayed at our house over the weekend and it rained the entire weekend. It was good baby practice. Or maybe good birth control? (Just kidding, mom. Please let her keep visiting us!) 

I love cuddling with her and cradling her like a soft little baby. When I do this it makes me think that maybe we could just get a tiny puppy to cure our baby fever and postpone the expensive step of expanding our family. But then I wake up in the morning to find out that Molly is so scared about the storm that she’s pooped a pile of tootsie rolls in my closet. At least I know my future babies won’t do that!

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  • 1. Sarah  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:02 am

    You sure had my heart beating fast at the beginning of this post!

    And I hope that when you guys DO decide to have a baby and announce that you’re pregnant, I don’t find out via blog. I hope to at least get an email 🙂

  • 2. Lyndsey  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:07 am

    Ditto.

  • 3. Lindsay  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:15 am

    Yeah, at the beginning of this post, I started getting really pissed off because I thought FOR SURE you would tell your own SISTER in person about being pregnant and not via blog. *phew*

    Also, Molly once left a pile of tootsie rolls outside my bedroom door when she was home alone and a storm came through. I got home to find her shaking by the top of the stairs. I guess her fear of storms is greater than her fear of wooden stairs!

  • 4. This Heavenly Life  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:15 am

    You definitely need a baby 🙂 Just think of all the flava it’d add to R&R!

  • 5. Lauren From Texas  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:29 am

    I like that I already knew you weren’t pregnant, so my heart wasn’t racing at all. Okay, maybe it was a little.

    I’ll let you borrow Leia ANYTIME.

  • 6. Rachel  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:34 am

    I’ll refer you to Andrew’s quote not even 6 months before we found out we were pregnant, “They [kids] are just like dogs.” NOT true. That said, they do provide a good “light training” in some of what’s to come.

    By the way, there is no guarantee your kid won’t poop outside your closet… 🙂

  • 7. mbowman7  |  October 6, 2009 at 11:07 am

    Hahaha…Have to agree with Rachel. Don’t underestimate babies and their poop.

  • 8. Kyla Roma  |  October 6, 2009 at 11:25 am

    Our having two puppies definitely cooled our baby plans quite a bit, because we have babies. Baby dogs. That don’t speak English & require an obscene amount of time and energy!

    I hope that when the puppies are a little older (2 or 3) & I’ve finished school next year we’ll start looking at human babies a little more seriously. It sounds like you’re definitely doing what’s right for you =)

  • 9. DebbieQ  |  October 6, 2009 at 11:27 am

    Oh when the babies come I have the knitting projects all lined up that you are going to get from me.

    And I hate to tell you this but….Rachel is correct on this. You can’t be positive that babies are going to “do their dukies” where they are supposed to. I can speak from experience on this subject.

  • 10. mom  |  October 6, 2009 at 1:00 pm

    I KNEW you weren’t announcing your pregnancy. NO WAY you would do that to your mommy! 🙂
    It will happen when God is ready and NOT when you are ready unless you are doing everything in your power to prevent it and even then (Rachel???) it will happen when HE is ready!
    At the end of your blog would have been a great time to post a picture of my cute “baby” Molly so people wouldn’t get mad at her for pooping in your closet. By the way, ask your aunt bonnie where she pooped as a baby and I bet MEME would have prefered the poop in the closet!

  • 11. Lauren From Texas  |  October 6, 2009 at 2:46 pm

    Addendum: I LOVE MOLLY & I agree with your mommy – there should have been a picture of Molly at the end of this post.

  • 12. Lindsay  |  October 6, 2009 at 4:09 pm

    There should ALWAYS be a picture of Molly.

  • 13. Aunt Bonnie  |  October 6, 2009 at 5:03 pm

    Do I really have to hear about my pooping in my crib when I was a baby……again???? Sheesh! I guess you never live down some things:)

  • 14. Lisa D  |  October 6, 2009 at 9:16 pm

    I totally thought you were going to say you were pregnant!

    I’d make the same decision on not getting dog… and a pit bull – never!

    In your comment on my blog today, you asked where I work that has a discount – Target!! 🙂 Just started on Monday. I spend so much money at that store so am going to love my 10% off discount!

  • 15. Jill  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:04 pm

    When we got married, I said we were on the “5 year plan” for kids. Well, that time is coming soon, and I’m thinking of extending that 5 year plan! Our 2nd dog Taffy (which we got in february) demands SO MUCH more attention than Lilly. In fact the things you said about your mom’s dog sort of remind me of her. Like the scared during storms. She will shake and hide under the covers. The day she poops in my closet is the day she and I have it out.

  • 16. Smile Steady  |  October 6, 2009 at 10:55 pm

    Ah yes… the dog/baby dilemma.

    I think we might be living the same life, btw. Married July of 2007, baby-mobile SUV in January of 2009 (it was MY clunker that bit the dust), and our super-chill dog.

    The differences? My 25th isn’t until Feb, my blog actually DID come along after the baby-mobile, and we welcomed our second dog to the family a couple of months ago- totally by accident. Guess that means no babies here for a while, but I will definitely be cheering you on!

    (when the appropriate time comes, of course!)

  • 17. Gabby  |  October 7, 2009 at 6:42 pm

    I hate to say it, but a baby will do much worse than tootsie in the closet. They will tootsie on you, in your Sunday dress, leaving twenty minutes late, on the day of her dedication… and you will take a picture, blog about it, and get over it amazingly well.

    Babies, they are so stinkin’ cute and cuddly.

  • 18. Erin  |  October 7, 2009 at 8:02 pm

    This is great! I had a similar 2 year plan, but wasn’t able to get pregnant ’til our third year of marriage. God knows what He’s doing! And I would totally say something about “Have a baby! Have a baby!” But I hated when people did that to me. THERE’S NO RUSH!

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