In many of my recent submissions to literary journals, I’ve finished my cover letter with:
“I play violin and love my pregnant dog.”

My pregnant dog is now hyperventilating, standing in a kiddy pool filled with crumpled up newspaper, which has been arranged to her liking.  She already looks pooped.  I’m pretty tired myself, but I’m not giving birth any time soon.

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