The puppy virus

As a newlywed I keep hearing about the dreaded baby bug. Random people seem to be very concerned if you've caught it and how you plan on dealing with the symptoms. In fact it appears to be so prevalent among new brides that I am beginning to suspect foul play.

Maybe they just hide some special powder in your dress so as soon as you put it on visions of babies dance in your head. Dust some in your bouquet to stimulate the procreating part of your brain. Or there's always poisoning the champagne supply (though we may be getting a bit too Snidely Whiplash now).

For me, I have managed to avoid the super virulent strain and instead have caught a more dormant type (yes I do realize I just compared a baby to herpes). Me and my guy have both agreed we want a couple but not for a few years (it's much more fun spoiling other kids).

But in taking all the vitamin C and enjoying long nights without crying and poopie diapers to combad the baby bug another little time sucking germ has snuck in.

The puppy virus.

I've had dogs around me my whole life. Huge cuddly slobbering romping dogs. The type of dogs you can wrestle with, chase after with a shovel full of snow, or lay on while you sleep.

And they were always there for you when you weren't feeling good. I can't count the number of times when I was sick that instead of laying in the coveted couch spot I'd have a black head on my bed watching to see if I'd need anything.

But in between college, grad school, and finally winding up in our first apartment I have not had a dog with me for almost 7 years. I curse all these stupid apartments in our town that won't allow a pet. So you pretty much have to get a house if you want to have anything (we can't even have a hamster).

And while we do want to buy a house at some point, I do not want to move. I spent pretty much those 7 years constantly moving and it would be nice to spend at least a little bit of time in one place (actually take things out of boxes, put up a few picture frames and the like).

So for now I just have to curl up with my husband, spoil my parents dogs rotten, and read about some newlyweds and their crazy yellow lab.

Is anyone else fighting with a nesting bug or two? How do you deal with it when you know it's just not gonna happen for a while?