Thursday, July 17, 2008
And my arm fell asleep in there.
So I am pretty sure I was thrilled to do this. Little did we all know that it was capable to shove your entire arm up a cow's rear end and feel life. Not just poop and a rectum and hip bones, but real life. A baby. I reached my arm in and felt a baby. Now I understand why my dad kept saying the lovely and catchy word sphincter. Anyway. As I was feeling the baby my heart was pounding and despite the fact that my face was against a cow's butt and I had crap on my face from the cow whipping me, I really was truly touched by feeling an unborn baby. Ya I know lame, but I dont think I could have appreciated a cow as much as I do now, had I not had that experience. (Not that cow appreciation is on anyone's to-do list). My dad went up about 20 notches on my notch meter for cool people. He went to school for this, hence his terminology expertise. How cool would it be if I was a preg-checking chick with a degree? Career change? Maybe I'll just marry a rancher like my dad jokes about, and then I'll be set for preg-checking the REST of my life. Dream come true? Of course.