I got a text from Daisy:
Daisy: Barbie is an Eating Monster! Almost lost a limb. Grained her.
Jane: She’s telling baby HERE eat your own food and eating twice as much?
Daisy: Yes. YOU feed her.
Jane: I value my arms. Do we have a long stick?
Daisy: We did ten minutes ago. Gone.
She’s been carrying high, she’s a racing stock TB, a maiden mare, and she hasn’t wanted to look hugely pregnant. Now she doesn’t care.
Just FEED ME.
She was attacking the grass with such ferocity her teeth were showing.
Here’s our baby:
April, April, April!
I said to Daisy: you know we are going to have thousands of baby photos. It’s going to be adorable every second.
I’ll probably be banned from the barn.
But I am so going to win the baby pool. We’re placing bets on her delivery date.