The middle aged woman choked back her sobs and wiped the snot off her nose.
"I just miss being home with my baby girl." Her lips trembled.
"Oh dear! Is she still at the breast then?"
"She's my chihuahua!"
I started a new job yesterday. My separation anxiety from my Bug was strong. No, I did not cry, but I worried about my girlbaby, my 'tinkee princess, my schweeeety, the whole time. I have no idea how in the world I became a "chihuahua person". I HATED them with a white-hot passion. But here is our "daughter", and both my husband (who absolutely hated them, too) and I are pathetic parents to this two pound she-devil. Mr. Bubbles says we will both have to throw ourselves on her funeral pyre when she dies because the pain of that loss will be too great for the two of us. He might be right.
I was feeling the misery of having had several miscarriages in a row, and my womb felt like an empty wasteland. I would see babies and get depressed. Then when Bug came into our lives, all of that changed. She satisfies all my mothering instincts.
Thanks to G-Man for letting me share my pathetic anxieties! XOXOXOXO to you, Darlin'!