Steve & Trish + Dog

We had a particularly glamorous New Year's Eve this year, celebrating the transition to 2008 with party supplies like Kleenex, NyQuill (Day and Night capsules for colorful variety), and the gross green dude from the Mucinex commercials. We were decked out in the pajamas we'd been wearing pretty much nonstop since Christmas, sprawled out on our sectional couch with blankets and pillows, saying sexy things like, "Hey Babe, do you know where the remote went???" and "I think THAT DOG wants you to take her out!"

The highlight of our night was a marathon of "Jon & Kate + Eight." Have you seen this show??? Omigosh. Nice young couple, can't get pregnant, tries IVF and has beautiful twins. Three years later, thinking the girls might like a younger sibling, they dive into the science lab once again, and end up pregnant with SIX kids. Yep, SIX! Can you imagine? That's like here's a kid, and here's a kid, and here's a kid, and here's a kid, and here's a kid, and here's a kid. ACK! Now, I was too wimpy to consider IVF before I saw this show...I'm just not into all that mysterious poking and prodding. But six hours of watching what might happen confirmed our resolve that we'll pray for the one (or at most, two) at a time route and trust that that will suffice. I mean, we live in a 900 square foot condo!

At one point I ended up in a fit of giggles, imagining where we'd put six babies. The shelving unit in the living room would work while they were little if we put up some sort of barriers to keep them from rolling off. As they grew, we'd have to convert closets and unplug major appliances to create extra sleeping space. Someone would have to live in the basket under the bathroom sink. Or perhaps we'd let them all curl up in the corner with THAT DOG on her cushion, until she waded out indignantly and demanded to be let up onto the bed with the grown ups.

The warning of this show was not lost on THAT DOG, by the way. Fifteen minutes into the first episode, she spread her little body out full-length between Steve and I, and has pretty much maintained this vigil ever since. It's as if somehow she knows..."If I can keep them from touching, this can't happen to us..."