As many of you know and for those who don’t, farmer Michael and I are expecting a new two legged addition to our little farm family in September. So if you’ve been in the store in the last couple months and I haven’t been the sweetest peach on the tree…sorry I have a good excuse. I was probably either nauseous or starving.
We are 4 months in and beyond excited, scared, nervous, and stoked to meet the treasure we were given. Don’t get us wrong though. We are completely aware we have absolutely no idea how our lives are going to be turned upside down in 6 very, very short months. We are working on moving farmer Michael’s office out of the house and turn it into a nursery, finding money for a car seat compatible vehicle, and trying and figure out how to keep up with our ten hour days.
But all those worries were washed away in a few short moments out in the dairy barn last night. Surrounded by two 18 year old farm hands, my father in law, farmer Michael and his best friend, we got to see our little munchkin on a 12 inch screen. Wait-What? No, you didn’t misread.
I’ve always been a road less traveled individual, but when you are a farm girl that road can be WAY off the beaten path! Yesterday we had a reproduction specialist from Oklahoma down to sonogram 40 of our does to find out if any are bred, so we know who to artificially inseminate in April, so they have babies in October, so we can have a little milk for the winter months. Of course I was #41, since my goofy husband just had to use the sonogram machine on his “bred” wife.
So picture this- I am STANDING in the middle of the milking parlor, with CORN OIL on my growing belly, as farmer Michael plays with a sonogram machine that was previously used on half our herd of goats, with an audience of 6 males staring at a really dirty 12 inch screen. But, wouldn’t you know the little booger waved (or just moved) at its daddy and all of a sudden our world got really small and we decided yeah, we CAN do this. We even got to see its little head and body and even the heart beating.
I am sure I have to be the only women who goes in for her 20 week sonogram and says “yeah, I’ve already been sonogramed by the vet and seen the baby in our barn.” As silly, unexpected and one heck of a bumpy road as this farming life all is, we are so excited to get to raise a family with kids who can get dirty, gather their own eggs and go to work with dad any day of the week.