Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Saturday night. Gawd knows what time of the morning. I get up, get the bucket to put beside the bed, munch on some dry crackers and crawl back into bed, waiting to throw up. I don't, but a thought strikes me: what if I'm pregnant?
dh of course, says "when would that have happened?", but there was Valentine's day...
by Monday morning my cold was well developed and I'm pretty sure it was nothing of the kind. to paraphrase a certain saint: Lord, make me pregnant. but not yet.
dh of course, says "when would that have happened?", but there was Valentine's day...
by Monday morning my cold was well developed and I'm pretty sure it was nothing of the kind. to paraphrase a certain saint: Lord, make me pregnant. but not yet.
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