Waiting, waiting. Ho Hum, waiting some more.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Iris is as big as a house, and so uncomfortable, but no sign of true labor yet.
The pony, Rosie, is showing signs of getting close. Her udder has filled out, and the teats have gone from shriveled and wrinkled to smooth and plump. The brochure I got from the vet said that happened in the last three days, but in Rosie's case it's already been more than a week. I don't think anyone can predict animal labor, just like human labor. It starts when it starts, and until it starts, there's no telling.
Waiting. I hate waiting.