My 15 year old son just wrote this for me. I surgically bred a girl 3 weeks ago and have anxiously been measuring and looking for signs to confirm pregnancy:

Is She or Not?

I don't think she's expecting,
No! Wait! Hopes resurrecting.
She looks too skinny, No, too big,
Now she's starving, now she's a pig.

Let's measure her ribs,
Hey! Order a crib,
Numbers going up and down,
Ouch, my head's spinning round & round.

An ultrsound, that's what we need,
And through our fingers money bleeds.
Let's go get one, No who wouldn't,
But to afford one, no we couldn't.

At eleven, she's 37,
And our hopes begin to leaven,
But now at eight she's just over weight,
Our mental health is in dire straights!



Hey, got out old photo and undercarriage is definitely changed - but I'm not telling my son. The things we breeders put our family through!

I love it!!

I'm going throught the same thing here and decided to change the appt for a Plasma Relaxin assay to an U/S instead. Here we go!

no help in this case?

Not in this case I need indefutable proof for someone else, otherwise I would go on my ring test results!

Your Son has a great gift. Great, comical, sincere and wonderfully written poem.


Good luck.

Got my proof this morning! The vet easily saw 7-8 puppies on the Ultrasound.

Then she'll have 9-11.
We saw 7 or 8 on my girls ultrasound and she had 11.
A friend saw 7 on her ultrasound and she had 9.