Adding insult to injury
Oh. My. Gosh.
So, the last few days or so, I've been feeling awful. TOTALLY awful. Sick, and bloated, and generally tired and crappy. And I figured, OK, so I've done some drinking, and I've just emerged from hell on Azeroth, and so I'm just totally recovering and stuff.
But then, I started thinking UH-OH. How many other women had come to me describing the EXACT SAME SYMPTOMS? I mean, HELLO, miss midwife? So, I checked my calendar, and I was in fact a little late, and so then I grabbed a pile of grain and peed on it just to make sure. Yeah, it totally sprouted.
THAT MEANS I'M PREGNANT.
Oh my gosh. Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap. As if all this wasn't totally bad enough. Oh my gosh. I can't believe I'm pregnant with the - his - baby. Oh my gosh. What am I going to do? What is Zanny going to say? Can things get any worse?
Oh. My. Gosh.
So, the last few days or so, I've been feeling awful. TOTALLY awful. Sick, and bloated, and generally tired and crappy. And I figured, OK, so I've done some drinking, and I've just emerged from hell on Azeroth, and so I'm just totally recovering and stuff.
But then, I started thinking UH-OH. How many other women had come to me describing the EXACT SAME SYMPTOMS? I mean, HELLO, miss midwife? So, I checked my calendar, and I was in fact a little late, and so then I grabbed a pile of grain and peed on it just to make sure. Yeah, it totally sprouted.
THAT MEANS I'M PREGNANT.
Oh my gosh. Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap. As if all this wasn't totally bad enough. Oh my gosh. I can't believe I'm pregnant with the - his - baby. Oh my gosh. What am I going to do? What is Zanny going to say? Can things get any worse?
