Colic Scare

I swear to all that is holy, it is this mare's purpose in life to give me my first grey hairs.

I went out to feed her, put her in a pen by herself. Everything was fine and dandy, little miss piggy started stuffing her face right away. I walk away to fill up the water trough, turn back around and she's rolling. Okay.

I didn't think much of it until she rolled a second and third time, and then didn't want to get up. Crap. I ran over, forced her to stand, and started walking her. She buckled again and tried to go down. I didn't let her.

Long story short: she's fine. It was either mild stomach cramps or the baby kicking the first time. Nothing to be alarmed about. Or to start crying hysterically over the phone with my mother like an effing five year old about.
Seriously. I am that pathetic when it comes to this mare. Did I mention I also burst into tears when I found out she was pregnant? Oh yeah, I am all that is Cry Baby when it comes to my horses. Sheesh.