Waiting for the entrance cue . . .

Into the home stretch here . . . deep into our rehearsal time, T-minus three weeks-ish until the debut. Victory is hungry, feeling the needs of the tiny dancers (even if she doesn't quite know that they're there . . . I wonder what she does know, don't you?).

Funny thing I noticed:  she has developed dark pigment on her ever-expanding belly (reminds me of the linea nigra that some pregnant women develop); I suppose that will remain after the pregnancy, a mark of her new womanhood.

Pigmented patches and awe-inspiring nipples!

As we continue to prepare for this grand event, I am incredibly thankful for all the support I have received so far and will continue to receive.  Jean is tolerant of my never-ending questions, Margaret Pratt (Sharrow Shelties) has agreed to be our midwife, my friends send their best "uneventful whelp" vibes, my family is happy and excited, and my sweet husband says things like, "Maybe we'll just have to keep them all . . . ."

So, for the next three weeks, keep all the vibes coming for us.  For someone who never imagined that she would ever be brave enough to be a breeder, this is all pretty amazing.  I'm getting excited . . . .  :-)