She wouldn't eat last night and had very little energy but I tried not to read too much into it because after 6-8 weeks I know I can't guess anymore. I also was too tired to worry so I let DH cuddle her and I laid on the couch with the spazz-monkey Heidi. This morning Maggie ate like a little pig.

Some days I feel like throwing my hands up and saying "wheeee" because it is one heck of a roller coaster. I try to tell myself her days are limited to lessen my pain but DH will have none of it.

Why can't I be Dr. Doolittle so I know if she is just tired or getting sick? I used to have a music box that played "talked to the animals", I wish mine would talk to me.