No TV for any of you! You ALL have to watch every minute, screams and all, of this delivery! No matter how long and hard it is to deliver 22 babies!! And you silly goose, don’t count on rambling rosey man to let you know - I worked OB as an RN… and it was the men who pass out! I quickly learned to keep my eye on the dads too and to get them graham crackers and a chair BEFORE that point! All their bravado in men’s real life, does not prepare them for delivery. Us ladies don’t get a choice!
Well I may as well give you all another update on my babies - want it or not!
Another day… another pic (or two)
Those dirty Fat Bastards… looking wonderful, accept I hate it when they don’t shed their helmet in the rise. Know it’s just the depth they are planted, but still hate it cuz they often need help.
And I’m dreaming of those Blueberry Cheese… helped the first girl to remove her helmet last night which left behind the membrane, but she kicked that off herself by morning.
Still birthing here. I’m just SO EXCITED to have ‘‘em popping!
CHANGE OF PLANS (again) Pretty soon we’ll just call this the journal that doesn’t state anything correctly in its title! Haha Thank you to Lady C for letting me know I can maybe change this down the road!
So again, I’m changing my mind. I just keep looking at these little 6” containers and know for me, in my heart, that I’m not going to be able to grow out these beautiful girls in pots that just aren’t big enough to show any of the beauty they are worthy of. It just seems like too much of a waste. So, I’m going to start them in these 6” pots, but I’m pretty sure I will be transplanting to 2-3 gal pots when it is time. So, a bit bigger SoG than originally intended. They won’t be the giants I used to grow, but for just an extra month of growing they should show me more of what they are capable of and give me much better returns.
BIG BIRTHING Granny Hugs!