Well

That sound you hear is me laughing so hard there are tears streaming down my face.

The one year we were not gonna check Cessa for pregnancy.  The one year.

But either Cessa's pregnant and due in June, or she has some sort of really weird parasite that kicked the vet during the pregnancy check...

 

Birthday pony and every mare owner's "favorite" game

 So Dragon is now (as of about a month ago) a full-on yearling.  We celebrated this with a tiara, because why would you not?

Local baby very patient with her human's weirdness. lol

And then she went butt-high again, whee.  Like, hilariously, terribly butt-high.  She's been such a pretty baby, up until this winter, but the awkward teenage years appear to have arrived.  lol

Annnd then there's Cessa.

We play this game every spring.  "Is she fat or is she pregnant?"  And every year... it's unquestionably been fat.  But remember how last July she staged the Great Escape?  And at the time, we thought it wasn't a concern that we'd found her with a stallion, because she didn't seem to be cycling?

Yeah, um.  About that "is she fat or is she pregnant?" question.

This was Cessa last year, around this time - right before she went into fat camp:

Round.  Very round. At least she's shiny?

And this... was Cessa yesterday:

Slightly different pose... very different shape.

She's also mushy and sweet to everybody - which... that is not normal.  And her nipples normally point straight down, but right now they're pointing kind of at each other, which is also weird.  And she doesn't have the massively well-defined buttcrack she had last year.

So if anyone hears raucous laughter later this week, that'll be the sound of me and the BOs laughing our asses off if the vet palpates and finds a head, because this was the ONE year we were going to just shrug and go, "Yeah, she's just really fat; let's figure out how to get her off the grass."

(And yes, we've already discussed contingency plans regarding what will happen to baby - ironically, back in July when she hung out with the stud - and contingency plans for if there's no baby and that's all just... fat.  Someone has a new muzzle coming, and I'm GPS tagging this one, damn it.)