Day 309

Pmare has reached 309 days! She got her final set of shots today, which will boost the antibodies in her milk and help keep the baby safe. Giving a chunk of shots all at one time always makes me nervous, but my vet hooked me up with a set that causes few reactions. P seems to be quite fine and even came trotting up to the gate for her dinner. which is impressive given her general laid back nature and her enormous size.

Day 309

Her chichis are growing and changing, getting a little bigger every day. You can see in this picture that they have spread apart now. Still have a long way to go, but every day brings us closer.

Her belly is starting to drop and get pointy. I imagine it will be SUPER dropped as we get closer, considering just how far down it already is!


In other news: not a lot else has happened in the past two days. Neither one of the seminars that I had planned on going to this month are panning out - one is just too far away, and the other was cancelled. We are finally drying out from all the rain, I managed to slice my finger wide open on a gate snap, and I also turned 30 years old yesterday. 30 *sounds* ancient, but I don't feel old. I still don't even think of myself as a proper adult, to be honest. Most of the time I just feel like a kid who has a few responsibilities here and there. I think the lesson here is that you're only really as old as you feel. I'm way, way beyond the age of being interested in wild partying, but have in no way outgrown my zest for adventures and playtime. I always assumed at 30 that everyone was supposed to have their crap together and have a house and be married with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence, but that's not really my thing. I have a thriving small business, a super fun dude, some amazing friends and family, a boatload of animals - and I know where I'm headed in life, who I am, and who I want to be. I think that's a pretty good start.

You're only as old as you feel

I think my 30's are going to be pretty fantastic.




Oh, and THIS FINALLY HAPPENED:

It has taken a whole lot of meticulous planning, experiments, and possibly a few ratchet straps thrown angrily across the driveway, but I managed to figure out the transport system for my cart. I'll have to see about removing my truck box for day trips - the wheels just *don't quite fit* in the entire bed, although if I ratcheted it down well enough I'm sure it would stay. I'd feel a lot better if I could scooch it forward and close the tailgate. I assembled my ramps, installed my winch, measured everything, and crossed my fingers hoping everything would work. And it did! The winch is powered off the truck battery - the motor is in no way powerful but my cart is not heavy. It was quite easy to do - slightly time consuming but not really *that* much.

I can't tell you how thrilling this is. This means we are now MOBILE!