"Ecstasy is only a hoofbeat away!" Or: "My baby and the lesbian horses."

We're into the final trimester. Twenty-eight weeks; twelve to go. We've found out a lot at this stage. I know that baby brain is real, that my life will now become a series of Godzilla-like popcorn stomping at parties, that even dads start eating for two, that you're not allowed nice things, and a few other things (including that even guinea pigs are a relevant thing in pregnancy).

It's a really exciting time. It really is. So exciting that lesbians are now involved.

The weight of a book...a very specific book, apparently. Via the Whose Your Daddy app.

I have no idea why this particular book was chosen...although *insert crude joke about hanging like a horse here*. Here's a (completely unchanged) synopsis of the book, via Amazon:

These Are The Unbridled Desires Of Women Without Men. . .When Their Same-Sex Passion Explodes, Will The Stables Ever Be Safe Again?You've read about them, these sisters under the skin, vulnerable to the temptations of Sappho. . .Passion-starved twilight girls crossing over into a man's world of high withers, rippling hindquarters and glossy coats. . .

"...ecstasy is only a hoofbeat away!"

If the last twelve weeks are anywhere nearly as exciting as this book seems to suggest, then we're in for a good ride. #AllThePuns