I was walking to my room and just glanced in the cage, I stopped dead in my tracks and was seriously like "O.M.G" that is a little colored baby, EEEK! And then I see another little pup that is all black like momma. So I run across the house and grab Brianna so she can see the babies. She was oober excited also. Well I knew I had to get Woodie from under the bedding and have her get to babies and finish cleaning them. I would say when I found the babies, she had them with in the hour so we will say about noon. Anyways, I gather her from under the fleece, then I search under there because I can't be sure she didn't get under there and have more babies. None. I am pleased, momma did well and her 2 babies are looking good. Well I decide to move the pigloo out of the cage because Woodie would go in there and hide from the babies and I really wanted her to finish the clean up. Well much to my surprise, there was another, fully black, baby under there but just then my heart stopped. At first sight I thought momma did not break this babies sac and that the baby did not make it. But as I gather myself (this all happened in 3 seconds) I notice the baby is out, moving some and breathing but is restricted by the dry sac on her back. I had no idea what to do. I call my husband, he says to help the baby and clean it up. All I could think was if I interfere what will the already nervous and scared momma do so I wait. I called the vet (he had to call me back) called and talked to my mom and while one the phone I was hoovering around the baby and momma cage and spooked the little black pup that was covered in sac and the sac split (no harm, remember it was just dry on him) and then he really starts to move around. I gave it another 30 min or so and then I worked on helping the little one get the bag off and momma pig would come over and assist also. I know that she is just young and wasn't sure what to do. So anyways, they all look healthy and good today. Bouncing and popping all about the cage and nursing from momma. I even seen 2 of the babies trying to eat hay and one drinking from the water spout thingy. I am sure you are ready to see some pictures!

Without further ado:

I stole borrowed MckMama post, telling the hubby about a pregnancy. See hers in the "Welcome, Number five" post.

And here are mine.

It was a late school night (yes, school night) in 2004. My husband and I had a sneaking suspicion that our future and life as we knew it was going to change, for the best of course. I decided to buy a double pack pregnancy test, in case it was to early to test then I had a backup. Okay confession, it was truthfully because I was young (17) and to save myself the embarrassment of walking through the store with the test in hand and gawking eyes. (Which I did run into a friend's sister at the check out who said, "Really, you think you are pregnant, well I guess, good luck.") Ahem moving on. While I knew the instructions opted to test in the morning, the anticipation was growing, and growing, and growing. My husband went to bed as I sat and watched some T.V., but not for long. I couldn't wait and I knew I had two tests and could retest in the morning. I quietly open the first test, hands shaking with every emotion and ahhhh, now the 3 minute wait. Not! It showed almost instantly. Pink. Bold, dark and pink lines, right there. Now what? My husband is sleeping, along with the rest of the world. Well I go into our room, stir him up a little and whisper "We are pregnant." "uuhuh" WHAT, that is your response...okay, I forgive you and I'll let you sleep. GRR, I have to tell someone, I have to get this out. Mom, no! She has to work in the morning. AhHaa, E. yes, she will be awake. Ring ring, ring ring. "Hello." "Hey, what are you doing?" "Yea, well I just wanted to call real quick and tell you...your going to be an auntie" (Not really my sister or any relation, but might as well be, another post for that though) "What, yay! I am happy for you, that's exciting." So for all intense and purposes, E. was the first to know. For this pregnancy and the story that is next. (read on) I am antsy and it really has not hit me yet, so I go to bed.

Well that was not the end. I had to tell my mother. My father. Oh my, how do I tell my father. I am 17, in school, his only girl, the baby of the family and not married (yet!). Well I do take the other test in the morning, positive. Calvin knows by now but now I have to tell my family. Mom, she is working. Off to go see her. I go into the back (she worked at a restaurant) and I lay the test down. Her expression was a little unreadable. I could not tell is she was happy or not. And sadly after her look, I can't remember what she said. Or if words were exchanged at all. I honestly want to say she implied "well, you now need to tell your father". Or maybe I know how weird I was about having to tell him that that is what is stuck in my head. I am not even real sure how I told him. He was already on a minimal talking basis. As if he is a chatter, but I was, again, his baby, his girl and dating. Dating someone who was 6 years older than me did not help the situation. I assume the talk went something like "hmm yea, so I am pregnant dad" and it is quite likely he said nothing. Must not have been a bad response, I am sure that would have stuck with me.

So there we were 2.5 years later. Calvin was out of town and I was more than sure I was pregnant again. Off to the store again, but this was not a walk of embarrassment this time. I was older, married and ready for another bundle of joy. Again, double pack, just in case. And like before, no morning urine, I had to test now. The 3 minute wait and yes, bold, pink and very much there, a line that meant another baby to welcome into our loving hearts and arms. The news is in, and I call E. Another congratulations from my friend and now to tell the hubby. How? He would be home in 2-3 days and I could wait...right. I wanted to think of something cute and was on a time limit and a budget. Whole room of pink and blue balloons? Fun, but not something I can muster up. So I scrounge around the home and I get the idea. I will wait until he gets home, cook a great dinner and reveal it then. How, you ask? He arrives home, dinner is set and we go about it as if nothing is going on. Because well, he does not know of anything. How did he not see me staring at him with every bite. Waiting for him to see. To see what I want to tell him. A scoop of peas to his fork and then a pause. Smash, slide, glide... #2 we are pregnant, wrote right on the plate he eats from. He looks up "Really?!?" He was very excited. He jumped up from his chair to give me a hug. Don't let him fool you if he tells this story, he was on the verge of tears. Of happiness of course. It was the best reaction. I hope that I can congratulate him again soon with a baby #3 surprise.

family

Defeat:

Calvin was not as successful on his weight loss this week as he has been. He sadly announced a +1. He was not the only one to see a (+) this week, in a way I guess you could say that's comforting. To him at least. He's the one in it for the challenge after all. I give him the excuses to justify his gain. 1. Sickness. He came down with a cold this week and no one feels like working out while sick. 2. Quitting Tobacco. This week he has quit chewing tobacco and I know from my (failed) experiences, it's not easy and food some how seems to slip past your lips before you can really grasp the situation. So while he may have had a +1 on the scale, he is still a winner for kicking the tobacco.