Oh my goodness ladies. Sorry I've been a bit absent and not very good at keeping caught up.
Mariaisabella, great to see you here.
I swear to God, after this week, a newborn will be a fucking break. It's just been non-stop all day, every day the last few days. I've run out if ranitidine and not had chance again to go and get any today. Horrid night with heartburn last night, night before was up and down the yard checking the new foals mum, tonight my heartburn and acid reflux are even worse and we still have to go and do late checks on the horses, do their hay, water and feeds.
Horse that had surgery on Tuesday and came back yesterday had to have dressings changed today. Owner came to do it but she's not that experienced with bandaging and they have to stay on 2-3 days. Given it's on a leg and overs joint...too loose and it can come off and cause infection risk, too tight and it can restrict blood flow, so I ended up bending down to put 4 layers of dressing on a horse at ground level. Such a hot day and I was dripping with sweat but the Owner was so relieved. She was like, "oh my god that's better than the vet did. Lol.
Another owner came to see her new foal for the first time so that was just lovely. Then friends turned up and wanted to see the foals and horses so more walking. I am feeling absolutely amazing in a physical sense but baby goes mental at any time I have had to sit down and I am seriously lacking sleep.
I can't believe we have 4 sleeps left and what is even scarier than that is that it means only 3 actual days. Tomorrow we are out most of the day so only two days of time to finish getting the house ready as as much as I have done shit loads, Dan has hardly started on the stuff that I just can't do. It's actually stressing me out now so tonight when he said, "it's just stuff, it doesn't all need moving right now". I said, "I don't give a shit what it looks like, I am not bringing this baby home without getting the dust and dog hair out and I can only do that if this shit gets moved. You're talking about waiting and exposing that dust when the baby us in the fucking house???".
"OH SHIT, good point, I need to pull my finger out don't I?
Um, yes Love, yes you do. I still do hay and top waters up for the horses, I still groom them and skip them out every day and check the field herd. All I don't still do is climb up the hay barn and empty, clean and refill the waters as the trugs are too heavy for me now. I think Dan had a shock today when 4 different women commented to ask how the fuck am I still managing to do it all at this size and so close. One on facebook was shocked I was running around the Orchard playing with the foal. I think Dan has realised that he's actually got it pretty sweet and he maybe needs to up his effort a bit.
It's odd because I am grateful for his help, I genuinely am and I want, enjoy and am perfectly capable of what I do but I think he's realised today that it's the exception not the norm as other soon to be mums had long since stopped doing so much and especially with horses.
He's super protective and regularly comments on how bad he feels that he can't help with sharing the carrying of baby as it really kicks the living shit out of me now. I just need him to clear the table of his BBQ shit and the same with his desk area, finish painting the hall and our bedroom...all he has to do is about two inches top and bottom that I struggled with and take some bags to the tip.
Oh, sorry ladies, I'm tired and it's just hit me that we have very very little time to actually get this shit done.
Having a date is great in many ways but yep...it's really piling on the pressure now.
Fuck off heartburn.
Love you all ladies, hope you're all okay and feeling better than I currently am.