So, I don't think my thermometer is on the blitz, and Tap's temperature said 36 degrees this morning. Yet she passed an uneventful night - with the exception of scratching up all her bedding and panting a lot - no sign of real labor. She happily ate her entire breakfast.
This morning she didn't come with the gang on our big hike (my decision, not hers), and still wanted to chase Woody out in the yard. She is now quietly sleeping by my side, no fretting, no panting, nothing. Either this is totally different from her last pregnancy, or the books are wrong...I don't know what's up!
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