Oh SNAP.

Um, yeah. So. According to my temperature charting, I pretty much ovulated the day, like, RIGHT after the Faire. That would explain my... vigor... the other day. It also means that there's a pretty good chance I could be pregnant. Like, right now. OK, it's 1 in 3, but those are still pretty severe odds. Maybe I'm wrong and screwed up my temperatures. Maybe Pizmo's really as sterile as he seems to think he is. Maybe I just plain got lucky. I don't know. But holy CRAP. I should know better.

I was with Pizzy on the elf island, helping out the Shattered Sun and all, and I apologized to him for my behavior. I mean, forcing him to break a pact we had made? He was horribly confused by it all, and who can blame him? Though he DID admit it was rather exciting to see me so amorous. And he said when we make love, it's like... caught up in the moment, and there's no Pizmo and Duerma separately, just together as one. Isn't that beautiful? His little bursts of poeticness are touching and unexpected. He never ceases to surprise and delight me.