This is really real. It's really happening. Although I can read the statistics that women over 35 are 20% more likely to miscarry, I also read the stats that say that I would have a hard time getting pregnant, not with one shot at 38 with a man recovering from testicular surgery. So when do I break the news and to whom? I mean, it's not like I'm going to "do something" about it beyond giving birth eventually to the alien inhabiting my body. I've told a few people...who is most important though? My parents, whose dream has always been for me to have a child, even in the last few years expressing that they didn't even care if I was married or if I had a black baby (mind you, this is NOT in any way to be construed as a racial slur, I am a debutante from a Southern family where that level of acceptance is gradually peering out over the generations).
One potential line I have thought of:
"Hey, guess what? I'm first in line for the H1N1 vaccine!"
Took a glance at the so-called description of what this alien looks like at 6 weeks, it's damn ugly. Giant head, tiny little alien worm.
Maybe it'll get cuter than that.
In the meantime all this hooty tooty "pregnancy is such a wonderful gift" B.S. is going to drive me insane once I formally come out of the closet with this one.
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