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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:14 pm
Ack! The pregnant topic again! There was no way she was pregnant, she couldn't be. One little romp with a stallion couldn't have done this to her. Ever. Not in a million years could it. "But being pregnant and staying fit isn't the same thing. Two totally different topics. And I'm just simply fat, not pregnant. It's impossible for me to get pregnant." And now it was time for the invincible stage. "I'm not ever going to be pregnant."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:35 pm
Aoibheann shrugged her wings. "Staying fit is staying healthy, right? It's really important to stay healthy when pregnant, and that can mean staying fit." She cocked her head with a shyly mischievous smile. "Oh? Why aren't you ever going to be pregnant?" She laughed gently. "I think I said something like that before I got pregnant. I thought I was too plain to get pregnant, but that changed when I met Mayur, my mate." Her smile softened into a much sweeter, more innocent smile as she remembered.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:50 pm
"There's a difference between being fat, and being pregnant. You don't need to stay fit when you're pregnant. Do you?" Neva questioned quietly, as she looked at the other mare once again. "I'm never going to be pregnant 'cause I don't think I could handle having little ones, especially if I had to raise them all by myself. That's why." She stomped her hoof gently as she spoke. Children were a nuisance in her mind. "You...plain? How?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:01 pm
"You most certainly do," Aoibheann said with mock solemnity. "Staying fit is getting enough exercise and nutrients, but never ever pushing yourself too far. You don't want to push pregnancy over to being fat, and you want enough nutrients for yourself and your little ones. Pushing yourself too hard can be hard on you and the ones growing inside of your belly."
Aoibheann cocked her head and gently nuzzled Neva. "Hey, no one ever seriously believes they can handle little ones, or that they're going to get little ones, or that they're going to want and care for little ones properly." She smiled ruefully. "You obviously haven't met Mayur. He's the handsomest creature alive, and I was surprised he wanted a brown little thing like me, when he's sapphire and emerald and so many other jewel-like colors. I was convinced he wouldn't want the shy brown filly who always seemed to follow him around, even if she did grow into the greens and blues as she got older."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:12 pm
Neva ignored the mare's comments about pregnancy for the moment, not allowing them to sink in. She wasn't ready to believe she was going to have little ones. Not yet. "He sounds handsome, but you couldn't possibly have been as plain as myself! You're so pretty! You could never have been plain. Never ever." She said with a firm nod. "Just like I can't possibly have little ones inside of me." That last comment slipped out and when she realized what she said, she took a small step backwards. She really hadn't meant to say it, but she really wanted to believe that she was pregnant. There couldn't have been any way for her to have little ones in her after just one romp! Could there? The confusion in her mind was starting to appear on her face, and no matter how she tried to hide it, it was still obvious.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:28 pm
Aoibheann moved forward to rest her head along Neva's spine to try to get the younger mare to relax. "You think I was never as plain as yourself? Well, no, never exactly as plain, but I was even plainer, until I was a yearling. I was the color of mud all over, no patterns, no variation in hue, just mud-colored aaallllll over. I felt a little embarrassed, a muddy filly born to pretty parents." She laughed a bit at the memory, and how she periodically wailed that every single filly was prettier than she was, and that she was doomed to look like mud forever. "I used to scream at my family that I was doomed to look like mud forever and ever. Drove everyone else nuts with that belief, until the blue and green came in, as well as the markings. Confused the living daylights out of me, and made everyone else laugh and nuzzle me."
She got a hold of herself. "Believe me, when I was a filly, I would have given anything to have any color or patterning, no matter how slight, and I definitely would have considered myself in heaven to look like you, Neva." She could tell Neva wanted to stay off pregnancy for the moment, so held her tongue on the matter of the little ones surely growing inside Neva. That made her remember her own. "My little ones were as plain as I was when they hatched: all brown all over, just a solid brown, and that drove them nuts, too. They're still figuring out where they're going and how they feel about themselves as adults now, and I don't blame them one bit. It took until I laid my eggs to sort myself out and realize I was even pretty. Every mare I see with children is beautiful, and I most certainly think you're beautiful."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:41 pm
Neva listened to Aoibheann talk, trying to picture her as a muddy brown filly. It just wasn't possible in her mind. Though with the conflicting thoughts of being possibly pregnant wasn't helping her thinking either. When she heard her mention that every mare she saw was beautiful, and then called Neva beautiful, she shook her head gently.
"How can I be beautiful? I'm having kids, at least I don't think I am." Her voice grew gradually quieter as she spoke, almost becoming a whisper. "But what's going to happen to me if I am? Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be fat forever? What if they don't like me? What if I die? What if I don't like them? Am I pregnant? Oh I'm so confused. How could one romp with a stallion lead to all this?" She spoke quickly and quietly, and by the time she finished and took a deep breath, there were tears shimmering on the corners of her eyes. Neva had not a clue what to do anymore.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:56 pm
((Awww...Neva needs a mommy right now...good thing she's with Aoibheann right now, eh?))
Aoibheann drew back her head and looked Neva in the eyes calmly and with a gentle, motherly expression. "Once is all it takes, Neva. I remember looking at myself in the water when I was pregnant, and I looked the same way. You're not going to be fat forever. Once the babies are ready in their little eggs, you're going to lay the eggs, and then you'll be almost back to normal weight, just a little more exercise should do the trick. You're not going to die, either." How to phrase the answer to the pain question? "As for pain...it won't hurt until you're laying your eggs. There's no gentle way around it, but it doesn't last long, especially if you have ones you care about with you and helping you get through it. If you'd like, I could stay with you while you lay your eggs."
She had to laugh a little. "Neva, children love their mothers, no matter what, and mothers love their little ones, too." She smiled. "Do you want to know why mothers are so beautiful? It's because they're so happy, and they've done something that seems so hard, painful, and awful that results in something beautiful: mothers go through their pregnancies, and give birth to children, which has to be one of the sweetest sights in the world. Children may give you trouble, you may argue, they may find you unfair, but children and mothers love each other, no matter what, deep down in their heart of hearts. Your little ones especially will always see you as beautiful and wonderful, just as you'll see them the same way." With that, she nuzzled Neva again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:45 pm
"But I wasn't suppose to end up with things growing inside of me though." Neva said as the other mare finished speaking. "I'm not ready for this. Can't I just make them disappear? I don't think I'm ready." She hung her head in shame, the tears starting to flow down her face.
"I don't want the pain, or the responsibility of having to remember to care for little ones. I can hardly remember to take care of myself, how am I suppose to remember the little ones? I don't want to look fat either." Neva looked at Aoibheann and gave a small sigh. "And now I probably look like an overly sensitive idiot. I don't want to be pregnant. Are you sure I am? Absolutely positively positive?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:54 pm
Oh dear. This was one of those cases she'd heard about from her mother, one of those mares who got pregnant before she knew what was really going on and before she was ready for the responsibility. Aoibheann felt genuinely sorry for her and tried to organize the right words for poor Neva.
"Ummm...yes...you certainly *do* look pregnant, and if you're really hungry all the time, really tired all the time, and feel a little sick a little more often than is usual, you're definitely pregnant. I don't think you can make them disappear. Ummm." She paused, still trying to organize her thoughts. "Why don't we try this: I'll help you with your children, help teach you about caring for them and remind you. I don't think you'll forget, little ones are good at reminding you, but it would make you feel better, yes?" she asked a little desperately. This was *not* a situation she was prepared to deal with, but she decided to do her best, no matter what.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:07 pm
"I'm not just simply fat?" The mare pleaded, hoping against hope that maybe it was just some big giant nightmare. But after a few more minutes of wishing desperatly she once again hung her head. She was not ready for this at all!
"Would you really help me? Don't you have your own family to attend to though?"Neva asked quietly, lifting her head just a little. "You really don't have to help me. I got myself here, I should deal with the consequences I guess."
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:24 pm
Aoibheann nuzzled Neva in her motherly way. "Of course I'll help you, Neva. My three little ones are all grown up now, and my family can spare me while I help you with your little ones." She drew her head back a bit soberly. "While you should take the consequences for your actions, ignorance in this situation is not a crime, and you really do need help. You owe it to yourself and your little ones who will be born to take good help when offered, and I'm offering to give you whatever help I can, Neva." With that, she smiled and nuzzled Neva again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:36 pm
If Neva had arms, she would have clung to Aoibheann and not have ever let go. But instead she gave the mare a small nervous nuzzle in return, grateful for her help. "How can I ever thank you? You've done more than enough by putting up with me for this long. And you helping me, I just don't know what to do." She spoke quietly wishing there was a way to make up to the mare the trouble she felt she was putting Aoibheann through.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:41 pm
Aoibheann laughed. Someone listening very closely might have thought it a little like birds chirping pleasantly. "Seeing you and your little ones happy and learn to love each other is thanks enough." She knew what she was getting into, but she didn't terribly mind. She kind of looked forward to getting Neva through her first pregnancy and raising her first children. It would be a nice prospect, and keep her from getting too rusty as a mother herself.
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