I have a great excuse to why its been weeks! Like a totally awesome excuse. It's just taken me a few weeks to come to terms with it and accept it.
I'm pregnant.
There I said it. This has changed everything lately. I found out at the end of June and have pretty much done NOTHING with Memphis since then. I mean right after I found out there was about 2 weeks where I just saw him once and didn't go back out. I'm starting to get back in the hang of things but this is a huge shocker for me.
For one, last time I went to the doctor (for my yearly doctor feel up: sure strange man, I'll get naked for you and let you do whatever you want with cold metal objects) he was concerned that my husband and I would have problems having children. Since we had been together for almost 10 years (my husband and I, not my doctor, yuck) and weren't exactly "careful" during that time.
For two, I was on birth control. I screwed up the pack the prior month and decided instead of overdosing on hormones as the pack directions suggested, I would skip a month and restart. I warned the hubby.
Apparently though, some alcohol and being your anniversary throws caution right out the window and stuff happens that only adults do. (you know, two consenting, loving adults, birds and the bees here!) Two weeks later he starts harping on me about why I'm so PMS'ee (my new word) and when its going to be "that time".
Curiosity got the better of me and well... unfortunately for hubby, he's stuck with my crazy butt for almost a year. So here we are. Took us about this long for this to start sinking in. Still need to tell family but we wanted to wait for our first appt which is tomm.
So back to my horse, I somehow read that you really shouldn't horseback ride while in my tender condition. Something terrifying about really screwing up. In my fear, I've avoided Memphis. :( I'm doing better though, a lot better. I'm going to go out today and play with him, but probably will not ride. I'm going to take my saddle and really think it through, but I know myself too well.
I did give him a bath on Friday. He was dirty and just plain gross. But I will say, he let me halter him easy, walked as he should at my shoulder really relaxed through two gates and a pasture with a mare and filly. He fought me some on the water itself, but I was persistant and did the old walk with him while applying what he hates trick. He settled down by the end of it and let me do what I needed to do. Thank gosh my trainer lady showed me that, otherwise I would have given up on so much with him so long ago.
Basically, like with the hose lets say, leave him in a halter with a lead rope attached. (depending on HOW scary the item is, I may have a stud chain) Stand so you are almost standing directly in front of the horse, but not so much that if he bolts you are knocked down. Apply scary object, in this case water. If the horse has a brain, he will move side to side or backwards to get away from the object. Follow him and do not give him much slack and do not stop applying the stimulus. Eventually he will see that it won't kill him.
This took Memphis about two months, so it isn't a quick turn around, but I will say the bath was a much quieter one than I have had with him in a long long time. He didn't like his neck washed so that was a little struggle but we worked through it.
Today is going to be hoof work so hopefully when I get the farrier out there, he isn't such an ass.
