Ok hang with me –

We knew Amy was pregnant. Our 85 pound calm, steady queen of the pasture. But she wasn’t bagged up. She wasn’t nesting. She wasn’t acting like a goat who was about to surprise us.

So she stayed in the regular pen.

Meanwhile Rosa – our tiny 25 pound drama queen – was showing every single sign that it was time. So she was in the maternity ward. Front row. all the attention.

Then while I’m mid sip of coffee the boys came running inside. “MOM there’s a baby in the goat pen!!”

I didn’t even blink – Oh rosa had her baby – They looked at me like I had lost my mind.

“Nope it’s a different baby”

What do you mean a different baby?? So we ran down there – and sure enough – there’s amy…. and there’s a baby. A BIG BABY.

For reference, our previous babies were 1.5 and 2.5 pounds. This baby? FIVE AND A HALF POUNDS. I stood there staring at Amy like, ma’am …. where were you hiding this child? And here’s the kicker I was convinced she had multiples in there!

NOPE just one. So I’m on full baby watch waiting for Rosa to deliver, and I swear if our 85 pound goat has one giant baby and our 25 pound goat has multiples… I may not recover.

Farm life keeps you humble.

And on your toes.

And occasionally running through the yard yelling, “HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR!!”

Now we just wait on Rosa. Because if this week has taught me anything… it’s that I know absolutely nothing.

stick around and read part two: “don’t come over unless you like baby goats!”