Lucy's temperature this morning is a full degree below her previous lows. I'd say she's gearing up for a weekend birth. That figures - it is my mom's birthday on Saturday and I was just beginning to think that if Lucy still didn't show signs of going into labour I might be able to get some friends to dogsit so I could make a quick daytrip to the mainland. At mom's age, I know there won't be many - if any - more birthdays left to celebrate.
Ohhhh Lucy....... it's a good thing you are sooooo cute and sweet.
We'll see if the temperature continues to drop this evening. At the moment, she shows no other signs (well, except for the HUMUNGOUS belly) - she ate a big breakfast, she's snoozing at my feet, not a care in the world.
In other news, Allie gave me my laugh for the morning. While I was outside with the dogs, she jumped up on the mudroom windowsill to watch us as usual. But instead of jumping back down the way she came, she looked at the sheet I had draped over the end of the x-pen to make a den for the whelping box and she thought "Oh! a new surface to walk on!" - and promptly pounced on it and tumbled, sheet and all, into the pen. And since the door to the pen was shut, she was trapped. The cat who can jump from floor to the top of a door, could not jump out of that x-pen! She meowed piteously and I opened the gate for her. Hopefully she has learned her lesson - it's a good thing there wasn't a new mama and a couple of dozen puppies in that box!!!