She tugged on the elastic of her gloves almost nervously as she watched Graeme tire out the dogs. They really needed a manlier dog for him to play with, because the little puffs they had looked more like charmed toys bounding slowly after him in the snow than an actual dog. Maybe that's what she'd get him for Christmas, if she had the money.

If they ever got their damn wireless show back.

Giada tried, she really, really tried, but everything she bothered to think about led her back to the WWN and their lack of...she supposed enthusiasm with getting their show back on the air. She had a terrible feeling in her gut, one she wasn't used to; Giada thought she was an eternal optimist, but the situation they were in right now was challenging her beliefs. What if they never got the show back? That was a big chunk of income, gone in the blink of an eye. The muggle station's show was still on the air, but the pay was terrible and---definitely not something you could, or should raise a family on.

Maybe that was why she couldn't get pregnant. Giada knew, logically, that they hadn't been trying for very long, and that you only had a few days a month to actually get pregnant, but it seemed like whenever anyone else wanted to (or didn't want to--) poof! They were up the duff! Maybe she had to start not wanting to have a baby, and then she'd be stuck with one.

A smile struck her face (a surprise!) as Graeme trotted over, their dogs trailing slowly behind, "They're pupsicles."