While The Cows Are Calving

Do you ever wonder what the morning of a ranch wife in central Wyoming looks like? Or how about the morning of a ranch wife with a full time job in town? How about a ranch wife that is helping cows calve and longing for a baby of her own one day? Its all bitter sweet.

I have made the joke to my husband a few times about being the trophy ranch wife. Staying home instead of driving fifty miles one way to get to the closest town to bring home a paycheck that hardly pays my bills. Although I gripe about going to work. I do work with some of the greatest humans known to man kind.

Most weekends you can find Reo (my husband), Murph (the baby of the family), Daryl (the cow casing frenchie), and I, bouncing down the dirt road in one of our 6 second generation dodges. Headed out to load the flatbed trailer with hay for the black mob of momma cows. Most of these with calves at their hips.

It is so fun to watch the circle of life on the ranch. Calving season brings lots of late nights. Lots of cold fourwheeler rides down to the corral to check the drop herd. Some early mornings going down to the maternity pen to pull a calf that one of our frist calf heifers won't just lay down and have. All while poking fun at the painful situation of the process of pulling said calf. Also, the painful process of realizing that we thought we would have a baby too.

I won't go down a dark depressive hole with the topic of our infertility. Sometimes I have to be reminded that infertility is such a taboo thing to talk about. Joking about it is my coping mechanism. I can't tell you how many times I have told Reo that if I were a cow I would've been down the road long ago. Haha! That is always met with Reo scarcastically telling me to "shut up".

As I leave my last thought here for now. Whoever is reading this; Whoever needs to hear this; Ranch life is hard. Infertility is hard. The end game is so worth it.