Ever since I was little, I have been moderately afraid of horses. Yes, you read that correctly. Horses.
I think it stems from a nasty horse-biting incident that my mom told me about in which a friend of hers was bitten in the stomach by her own horse so badly that she had to be rushed to the nearest hospital. Now, I don’t know about you, but that is not something I would tell my child and it is certainly something that would freak out someone for a very long time.
Lauren finds my fear rather entertaining. At the beach this weekend, when we saw a policeman on horse-back she had to tell her cousin and her boyfriend about the story and my fear. She can chuckle all she wants, but Baby Bunny will never ride horses. Ever. EVER.
Anyway, I find it ironic that now in my 26th week of pregnancy I get a charlie horse in my legs almost every night. Last night was the worst one yet where I woke up to the stabbing pain and moaned for a good 5 minutes while I tried everything in the book to get it to relax. Finally it worked and I was able to go to sleep.
But it only proves my point: horses — charlie, pony, Clidesdale, Preakness — are evil.