Ladies, I've got this friend. You may have one like her, too. When this friend of mine, who carried her baby like a pert little basketball all in front, decided that her contractions were close enough together to merit heading to the hospital, her husband made the necessary calls informing family and friends while she jumped into the shower and then painted her nails. Two hours later, pics were up on FaceBook of said friend, smiling and looking amazing and holding her precious pink-cheeked newborn in her arms. Seriously? And, as a mother of three, she's done it this way THREE TIMES. She is entirely too sweet to ever say anything like this, but she's got to be wondering what all the rest of us are fussing and carrying on about when we tell our labor and delivery stories.
This is what our goat Honey is like. For context, Razz and Izzy have, in past years, spent at least 8 hours in phase 1 of labor. This means that they've spent a lot of time grinding their teeth, panting, and moaning before actually moving on to the pushing part. The last time Razz gave birth, she carried on in this first phase for 2 full days. Meanwhile, I watched Honey closely, waiting for any sign that delivery was nearing. She was bounding around the field like the goofball that she is when I made a quick run to the store and returned to find her bounding around with newly-birthed companions!
So, tomorrow is the day I've got marked down for her to deliver. We've got a 10K run in Batesville that morning. And, though she'll be showing no signs of impending delivery when we leave the house, I wouldn't be at all surprised if we come home to find that her kids have fallen out while we were away!
As a mother who labored for nearly a day and then pushed for an hour-and-a-half and had the broken blood vessels to prove it, I'll join with Razz and Izzy in the collective eye-roll if this is how it plays out for Honey tomorrow. But, at the end of the day, I love Honey and I love this friend, and I wouldn't wish a difficult labor on either of them. :)