Yup. It is bedtime on the homestead and the children are quietly, meekly turning in for the night.
Ok, it's bedtime and the children are in their pajamas and running around getting into everything upstairs. The occasional yell up the stairs "I SAID GOOD NIGHT NOW GO TO SLEEP" earns us a 15 second reprieve. Then, it starts again.
Tonight's dinner was yuck and bland. White spaghetti with Ragu sauce. Yuck. I could taste the artificialness of the sauce. I am turning into a food snob. I can not wait until the white spaghetti is finally gone. That was a very bad food choice that I made several months back. I would like to start making my own pasta and I know it's not hard, but I just need to find the time.
I need to find the OB gloves and once the children are asleep, get Flora up on the stand and do an internal. I know the kid(s) are ok because I've seen the movement in her belly. It could very well be that since she is a first timer, she is just holding on longer. Granted, I am not one to do a lot of interventions. (I don't even like doing interventions in my own birth which is one of many reasons why I prefer homebirths.) I do very little intervention with the goats. (I stand back and try to keep the other goats from walking on a laboring goat or pull a kid out of a deep puddle of amniotic fluid.) But this is driving me nuts. I need to do a full exam again and possibly even an internal to see if I can feel the cervix. Yes, I am going to try to do a cervical exam of a goat.
What has become of my life? LOL
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