Seems that all Ophelia, our adopted cat/tornado/entertainment, has picked up on with this pregnancy is that a) Elyse is in bed a lot more than usual; b) Elyse's lap is a lot warmer, if smaller, than usual; and c) there's a cradle in the house. The nursery? Eh, we were just cleaning up that space for her:
Our vet recommended getting recordings of a baby's cries, so Ophelia would get used to the sound, but we've got more pressing things to do (like buy diapers, maybe?). Frankly, I'd rather her associate the sound with the little one, and not our smartphones.
Then again, I would rather her not drink that tea, so.... just kidding. Ophelia has her own plan with these things. With everything. We just pay the mortgage.
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