Category: Pregnant

Baby-moon

In your third trimester, this is literally the WORST idea. OK, maybe not the worst if you’re going to the quaint little spa package at the mountain resort 2-3 hours from home. Probably really fun. Especially if you’ve had the easy-peasy pregnancy I have, have been staying active, & are generally healthy. In which case, please go for it. You’ll have a great time. I do not recommend, however, that you attempt to go 23+ hours in the car to visit your “good time” family in Maine.

The trip started in a less than desirable way. We planned on dropping the car off at the auto place @ 7ish AM for an oil change. Husband would pick me up and take me to the office where I would do payroll etc for the week, and we’d get on the road as soon as they were done. Say, 9:30 (generously) and drop off 2/3 dogs at the kennel on the way out of town. One, Two, Three, BREAK!   As in my car. The auto place calls me at 10:15 and gives me a laundry list of EXPENSIVE things that are wrong with my car. Not only that, but they haven’t touched the one thing I asked them to do (my oil). I say they call me, but in truth they call Husband. Husband doesn’t know a thing about a car. Pre-husband, I dated a few car guys (Hi Joel and Frank! You’re internet famous now!) and managed to sponge off some knowledge. So, Husband calls me a little freaked ($900+ will do that to a guy) and I call the tire place back & talk to the guy. My dear friend Ryan, who’s in the office,  hears me talking to the car people and solidifies my opinion on the matter. Frankly, fuck you do my oil and stop trying to up sell me services. Oh, and surely they’ve DONE my my oil while they’ve been waiting on me to talk to them, right? NO THEY HAVEN’T. WTF! They’ll get right on it. augh. At 12:30, I call them back and get the, “oh ya. just finished”. Wonderful.

We drop off 2/3 dogs at “camp” on the way out of town

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Ale thinks he’s at camp. Beta is not so sure. 

, swing through the grocery to buy fruit and snacks for road food. We get on the road about 1400. This puts us in Atlanta traffic, as well as Columbia traffic. Plus trying to stop every few hours for me so I don’t get too swollen and miserable. And on these stops, trying to find non-road food because the salt REALLY aggravates me. EVERYTHING tastes salty. We get into my darling friend Ellie’s in VA about 2 AM. This poor girl has a fussy 3 month old & here we come with my 31 week self, 6’4″, 300 Lbs  husband, and talkative 65 Lbs Australian Shepherd. Sweet Ellie has set up a room upstairs and has a giant pregnancy pillow on the bed. I love my friends.

It’s here we make the best decision of the trip. We stay all day Tuesday and plan on leaving on Wed morning. This lets me see her for a WHOLE DAY (SMILES!), explore the winery where she keeps her horse, meet her horse  (Magic! the OTTB x-timber horse who I had yet
to m0803161101eet) , chill with her husband (who I’ve met once) play with the baby, extend the cat claws and mutter critique the girl graciously riding Magic while Ellie has been out with the baby. (Full disclosure: I’m REAL judgy watching people ride. However, my saving grace is I’m JUST as hard on myself if I ever see a video or picture.) We go to lunch at the Alley Light where I had a brilliant soup-sandwich (I’m very into soup these days) , TAKE A NAP (which I’m also very into these days) The whole day was magical and perfect. Including the scheming to see each other more.

The next day Husband and I found a cute breakfast place and headed on to Maine. I was MUCH more impatient this day, and MUCH more miserable. I can only imagine if we hadn’t spent a day walking around. I would have been an even more miserable pregnant lady.  We’ll definitely do the same going back home in a few days. We FINALLY made it to Maine from Virginia in 12 hours & lots of stopping & swolen feet. Seriously dreding the drive back as I’ll 2 extra weeks preggers by then. You know what though, worth it. One of my best vacations everywhere we’ve stopped and slept & visited. Juat this driving around thing…

Tired for good reason, finally.

Just like old times! My ankles and knees were (thanks to Ellie’s recipe) killing me and I’m so exhausted that  couldn’t fathom writing last night. It was a good feeling. One I’ve missed. When you’re exhausted regularly from growing a human and fighting with your (very much trying to deal with my crazy, and is being as successful as anyone can hope) husband about things like socks, you really miss being tired from just DOING all day. Ya, today I’m sore, but so worth it.

I met the fence contractor yesterday. My landowner has (Finally!) decided we need a fence. JOY!!!!! Yes this is a real thing. It’s a GREAT piece pr property. 20 years ago when it was purchased, he  cleared 7 acres, pulled stumps, leveled it out, built a land bridge over the creek so the whole thing was connected. It looks as nice as many polo bottoms I’ve seen.

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Stacy and Cracker Jack the Haflinger. 

The first 10 years he had this land, he had 3 Belgians and a Haflinger that lived out there. There was also NO fence. Not a rope, not a wire, nothing. Everything was SO wooded all around it, why would they leave? The grass is good, and they got unlimited hay and were fed grain a few days a week. About 7 years ago, I started keeping my light horses (who don’t mind walking nearly as much. especially if there’s a feed plot a a mile away) out there, and rope braided with wire was placed. 2 years ago, I decided to do horses full time and there ended up being A LOT more horses out there. More TB’s and a couple Arabians. These sure didn’t mind traveling, especially with company and we’ve gone back to reinforce and put another electric box on the far end. But a real fence. I DREAM of a real fence. A fence a limb can fall on and not knock out my whole thing. A fence that will contain renegade Marco (as in Polo). A fence built by a contractor.

 

Buddy, who owns part of the property, came to me the other day and said a fence might be a good idea and he’s in a good place to make an investment. So I, 30 weeks pregnant, meet the contractor at Chattahoochee Fence Co out at the land. We takes out his little wheel, and off we walk. 3 acre paddock by the cabin, and 15ish acre paddock where the horses currently live. That’s A LOT of walking. Over terrain. I was a CHAMP! GO me! The contractor (From Maine, ya’ll. Based on that alone I see no reason to get other estimates) said he’d email me Monday with a quote and his guys would be there *2 MONTHS* if he gets the job. I was thinking 2 weeks. Jeez Louise. no wonder we haven’t done this earlier. Let me say now, I’m NOT walking that fence line again to compare rates. It was exhausting.

All that was done by 11AM. Go me. Horses fed, the whole shabang. Woo! Now to get the trailer, clean the trailer, clean the mats, put the mats back in, pick up cracker, drop him @ my folks, come back to town, pick up payroll for Edwards Electric (I can’t survive on horses alone.), pick up amazing shrimp taco’s for lunch, Eat in 15 min, Go back to pick up cracker,
pick up Kamilla from a nearby farm, take them IMG_20160722_180219to Poplar, give a lesson on Cracker, do some Social media for Poplar Place Farm Volunteers ( This is the best turn out for volunteers at a schooling show in a WHILE. Go me!), bring cracker back to the land, drop the trailer back at mom’s, finally think about eating (it’s 9:45), become elated that Zaxby’s is open until 11, get in the drive through at 10:00, get food from the window at 10:22 (yea really), some home, eat 1/3 of my GIANT salad, pass out. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES! Are you tired reading that? Now remember I’m 30 weeks pregnant and it’s 96 degrees with 85% humidity. And I’m 30 weeks pregnant. Yes I wrote it twice. I didn’t want you to forget.

Today was slightly less eventful, but I’m still tired and want my bed and literally 4 pillows. 3 of which are couch throw pillows which are the PERFECT thickness under my belly & wedged behind my back.  It’s a little cradle of bliss.

 

Update: Health and horses.

This pregnancy thing….. I’m still miraculously lucky to be having an easy time of it. However, I’ve gained 22Lbs and , according to my bloodsugar test, I’m in a wee bit of trouble with my doctor. Horses have been distributed, I’m pretty much done riding, I and baby shower invitations just went out. Shit is getting real, yo.

Seriously, i’m in good health. I started taking a prenatal yoga class at the Up!Factory. I like yoga. I always did better in a group fitness class, and I just always like the people in yoga + I get a killer workout. We talk about a lot of things in my prenatal class such as pain management, and being conscious of the muscles in your tummy and breathing with FULL breaths. Stuff like that. The teacher is also a doula, which is similar to a midwife. So she knows what she’s talking about, as opposed to being a crunchy lady with a lot of google.The moms in the group are all different; different backgrounds, different living situations, different pregnancies and different ideas about how they want their labor to go. And while there’s definitely a push for “natural” I don’t feel judged when I say (Loudly) “I want ALL THE DRUGS”. So ya, good group. As for the blood sugar, I think I messed up my test. I eat more healthy than MANY Americans, & I’m still reasonably active. Isn’t that the recipe for NOT having high blood-sugar? Guess not. I have a Dr. apt Monday to get me sorted out.

Why the hell do I have horses? (I told you I’d get to this point) They’re SO expensive and it’s ALWAYS something. Let me sum up the past few weeks: My super nice, 22 year old fox hunter quickly and mysteriously died. He was “meh” for a couple days, not looking serious, then died in the trailer on the way to Auburn University. I’d just come back from a horse show with a miserable “working” student. I was a wreck, and will be again if I keep on. Maybe in another blog post, but you knowing that is here for a point of reference, not a remembrance. A month, 6 weeks later, my AQHA gelding is acting weird. I’m NOT going through that again. Off to Auburn we go. Diagnosed as pneumonia from choke. He had NOT choked recently, but they found some stuff, so whatever. Maybe it was mild and I missed it (Doubtful). They recommend he stay for 2-3 nights because he may crash. Really?! He got off the trailer alert and looking around? But stay he did. While Oscar was at Auburn, Dragon started in with the same crud. WHAT in the fucking fuck. Dragon goes to Auburn. Pneumonia, but no choke symptoms (duh)  They want to keep him, but no. He’s big, useless, and expensive enough (especially for being useless) give me whatever meds and he’ll have to be tough. So, dragon comes home, and Oscar comes home a couple days early (he was there for 3, they wanted to keep him 2-3 more)  against vet recommendations. My wallet. Cannot. Handle it. Both are on antibiotics 3x a day for 10 days. Fun times! I should mention I DO NOT love on the farm. This is a 20 min drive each way. These two jokers are now fine, and despite coming off their antibiotics looking like rescue horses (one of the side effects to one of the antibiotics is anorexia). They’re on winter rations and are no longer an embarrassment to take places. Not that we go anywhere.

Onto my business: We all know my business is primarily the training of as well as buying/selling of horses + i teach a few lessons. The not riding, and not providing therapy to emotionally damaged horses really cuts into this. I am in a good place to clean hose though. Only one horse is deemed a little silly to ride, through no fault of his own. And not that he’s done anything to earn that stigma. However, he’s a 5 y/0 16.2h TB. Even something playful could be dangerous for me in in my current condition. He’s at a friend’s to continue his training. She’s as goo goo over him as I am. Bloody nice horse. The others are all over at Unbridled Faith. Kamilla the $100 Arabian is going to be running Novice in the fall, Hot Mama the OTTB/xpolo pony/surprise brood mare is loved daily by a 10 y/o girl, and Dotti just went over for a beginning, but ambitions 12 y/o. Self pat on the back for finding good matches to get them worked and off the feed/farrier bill. Buying would be better, but this is OK too. I’ve made future (Fall & Spring, respectively) for these ladies too. I think it’s part of my nesting to want everything, including the horses, in their place. Admittedly it’s making my ambition for getting back in the saddle a little high, but well see. Maybe my luck with having an easy time will continue.

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My view from Dotti on Hound walk last week. 

 

On February 6, 2016 I realized I’m not Fat; I’m pregnant

No one, and I mean NO ONE was more surprised than I. YEARS of being off “the pill” and a lady who is comfortable with her sexuality, I’ve managed to keep this little life changing event at bay. But, married a year, and BAM, there you go.

I’ll be VERY honest: I NEVER wanted children. Have no pre-thought of names at my disposal. No thoughts on a nursery and the pony I bought a couple years ago was for me. All that said, I’ve done a fair bit of reading about child rearing over the years. From debates on breastfeeding (You should do that if you can. If you can’t, for whatever reason, you are no less a woman and we’re grateful we live in a time that there are alternate options to keep you and baby healthy) to allowing children to swear (GREAT article), but it was more of a behavior studies interest than a maternal one. I also read about the mating habits of ducks (VERY rapey and they have a cork-screw shaped penis) and genetics of breeding show lines v. working lines in dogs to politics (what’s going on really this year. people confuse me so much). None of that meant I wanted to be a Ornithologist, AKC spokesperson/denouncer or run for office any more than I wanted to be a mother. That is to say, NO thank you to all of the above.

But here we are. And while I’m rabidly pro-choice, it’s just that. A choice. Talking with my husband we decided to make the choice to take the plunge into parenthood. Talk about a life style change. Well, maybe not so much. Not yet anyway. I have been unnaturally lucky to have been ill ONE day, which I think was more due to bad chinese .My energy is good. There are honestly days I forget I’m pregnant.

Right now, I still have 9 horses and 4 lesson students in my care. I did a horse trial at the end of march with a great little sale pony and we improved from our September performance. Yes, I’m still riding. No, I don’t plan on stopping until I have to. I am, however, taking a couple precautions: No more showing over fences and the 5 y/0 OTTB is going to a friend’s farm for her to compete and bring along. He’s honestly one of the sanest, safest tings I’ve ever sat on, but I can’t bring him along like I should and I certainly can’t campaign him if I’m not jumping. Other than that, I’m still teaching with the ponies. I’m still doing flat work with everyone and rehabbing my AQHA & Selle Francais-x AWB geldings (does anyone want a sweet gelding? well trained, needs rehab. 2 available). As time goes by this will slow down I’m sure. I hear getting on/off gets challenging. I hear my balance will change, which I’m sure will get scary. When that time comes, I have great students  that can ride some stuff,and my seasoned stock I’m sure will enjoy the break. When that time comes I’ll take a break from riding. I’ll be sad. I’ll still have to waddle around and feed, but not ride which will make me question why I have these money/time pits. But I will bounce back. I will ride again. I will take a baby to the barn, or leave him with my mother who lives up the road. I will do yoga. I will teach my students and hopefully they will ride well enough to keep my guys going. I will do some hunt lunches and lust after chasing hounds until I can get my feet back in the saddle.