Friday 17th October, 2008.
Dear Diary.
Iam 17, I have too many children to think about and rumour has it that us girls are about to be reinitiated into the "buns in oven" club - again.
I stand at the edge of my paddock and look over the fence at the other ladies with their foals ... I cant see one happy mother; what I can see on their face is that their one moment of bliss 11 months ago has caught up with them. Wow, has it caught up with them big time!
My friend who I shall call Mamy (as she doesnt wish to be recognised) stands with me. She is fat, she has quite a load on board. Her feet are killing her, her back is sore and she doesnt seem to get a moment's peace with jnr. who is moving around, kicking her in the stomach. She looks at me and sighs. I smile back at her to keep her happy.
I knew something was amiss when the missus came and moved us up the top paddock this morning and when the blue car drove into the driveway I knew that the Doc had come for us... I stood there and had visions of being put in the crush, her arm up my fanny. Not happy.
No long hot summer days idling around the house paddock picking at random long sweet grass and chasing the dogs. My missus has a plan for me. "Yipes"!
I certainly tried to make it difficult for the missus when she tried to catch me. I kept the front up for all of 5 minutes but I knew that she knew it was just that. A front.
I gave up. I knew the sooner this was over the sooner dinner would be arriving - all that fresh hay .... my mare cubes (a la naturelle) ... a comfit of Lucerne Chaff, Oaten Chaff with a dry roasted barley foam .... *sigh* I dribble at the thought of it. I am a sucker for my dinner.
Into the crush I go ... my life flashes before me .. some vets have big thick arms, some are thinner ... the mister at the front trying to make me feel better because I knew that at any minute that I would be feeling a young girl's nightmare ...
"AAAAAAAAArgh" "Yeeeeoooooow" I hate that first go ....
I can hear them talking at the back of me ... "blah blah blah.... blah, blah blah...needle"
"Needle?" I think.
"Ah", I breath out a sigh of relief as her arm leaves my body. "Gee that was easy..." I say to the Mister. "All over now? Time for dinner?"
Oh, God.... whats that .... oh no not the scanner ..... "Yeeeeeooooooooow"
It doesnt get any easier girls. Looks like im going to lose my girlish figure and get fat... *sigh* I just hope that he's rich and handsome and got a sense of humour!
She gives me a needle (I hate needles) and Its all over in a few minutes and I am back with Mamy ... "How far away is dinner?" She asks.. I shake my head not knowing and stand up straight by my bowl in readiness. I whinny as the missus walks by with a bucket full of goodies that I can just taste already. "Ok, ok it wont be long" she says.
"Im ready when you are" I say with a smile.
I look at Mamy, she is frowning and she resembles a heffalump. I look over the way and see my last son prancing and dancing around with Mamy's boy. They have become good mates. "Enjoy your nuts while you still have them kid... your days are numbered" I laugh and turn to Mamy ... "Kids!" I say
I sigh. I accept my destiny. I guess being pregnant isnt such a bad thing around here.
