Bramble is in the whelping box, squeaking one of Godric’s stuffed hats with all his might. We’ve got one of the big boxes set up now, after moving everything in our bedroom around to make a space. We’ll let the pregnant girls get used to it and then make a decision on the other one once we find out how they get along after whelping. Fitting another one in here means sleeping crushed up against a filing cabinet, but anything for puppies, right? If the moms decide they don’t want to see each other we’ll put the other one in the living room.
Clue is at my feet, stretched out on her belly, which is spreading gracefully to either side. Today she thought about going upstairs, got up two steps, and said “Oh, heck with this” and came back down again. Such is the power of the belly – I remember exactly how she feels. We made her c-section appointment today; August 23 (62 days from the breeding) with an option to do it the 22nd if her temp drops.
Juno is sleeping on the bed with Doug. She thought about coming over here too, but Clue showed the tiniest edge of one tooth and Juno figured the bed was a better idea. If anything, she’s even bigger than Clue – but she’s younger and can still make the jump. If I’m right, she’s due the 22nd on the dot, 61 days from the day when Shade said was the best day, but it could be plus or minus one from that.
I’m practicing taking deep breaths. Three and a half weeks to go.