For the majority of my pregnancy, I’ve been even keel. In fact, the pregnancy hormones have done more good than a daily dose of Lexapro. However, with labor lingering in the near future (hopefully very near future), new levels of different hormones are surging through me. I got a real sense of this on my drive to Franklin from Nashville this morning as I passed the house with a backyard full of goats. Normally, I take the opportunity to bleat at them, which is the highlight of my drive. Today was different.
As I drove by, I saw a small , lonely blond goat outside the fence, desperately trying to find his way back in. He looked so devastated and confused. I really felt for this little goat. (By little and small, I mean he was probably an adult goat, but when compared to me, he is much smaller than I.) Tears started to form in my eyes, and it took all my will power to not stop and try to help him. (Of course, I’m assuming he’s a friendly goat, which probably isn’t true.) In fact, I can’t stop thinking about the little guy. What if he gave up trying to get home and wandered into the street and got hit by a car? Oh little goat!
This goat pity then turned towards all wayward animals, and I began to dwell on all the little lost puppy souls at the animal shelter and buying a home with a large fenced yard for dogs and goats to roam…
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