Ok, 17 days... yeah, that's right, 17 of them. 17 agonizing days for us and Brownie. The photos were taken during the wait, all in chronological order. This time period was excruciating. I think we just about the bugged the daylights out of that poor mare waiting on our baby. Every time she laid down, pawed the ground out of boredom or frustration, scratched her sides or any other time she moved I would watch her more closely or go up to her to look for more symptoms. 17 days of this can really wear on your level of anticipation. I'm not kidding. On the 17th day Cheryl and I had a conversation about Brownie and we both commented that if Dr. Henderson had not of told us that she was pregnant and there indeed was a baby in there and we didn't see the movement of the baby, we really would not have thought that she was pregnant. I was so sick of staring at her butt waiting. Someone would call me on the cell phone, because I wasn't home, ask me where I was and what I was doing and they hear the same response as before, "Staring at a horses butt." 17 days of foal watching really bites. I really don't know how people do this for a job. I know I am not cut out to do it.
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