Life gets in the way like that sometimes.  I'm still here & still pregnant.  Four more weeks to go unless he decides to take pity on me and make an early arrival.  DH swears I am not going to make it to Mother's Day - from his lips to God's ears!  I am feeling huge - it's amazing how people don't think before speaking sometimes - If I only had a nickle for everytime someone asks how much longer and upon hearing "another month" answers "wow, are you sure you're not having twins?"  Um, yes I'm sure but thank you oh so much for pointing out how freakishly enormous I am!

So on top of all the last minute nesting I am feeling, #1 starting a full time job, our new dog coming home from the trainer this coming weekend and the "tornado swept look" I am cultivating in the house --- apparently the quarter horse kicked one of the minature horses over night.  His face is all swollen like he's packed an orange in his cheek and he can't eat very well.  A visit from the mobile vet, an exam, an ultrasound, xrays, pain meds and being locked in a stall in the neighbor's barn because we haven't gotten around to buying a movable pannel to enclose part of our barn if needed, he is screaming his head off drugged up and being seperated from his herd - while the "herd" all two of them, are screaming back at him over the fence.  I am home with just #4 & #5 and once I pick up #3 at his classes, get to put them down for a nap and run back to the farm store for the gate and special feeds for the "patient".  Somehow figure out how to catch up on the laundry and make some dinner having not gotten to the store yet this week.   It's always something..........................