A new type of sex
Well, soon the Drunken Whore will be writing about a new type of sex…
I just got a phone call from my doctor’s office, confirming what I suspected when I went in for my check-up on Monday; I’m pregnant!
I haven’t broken things to my boyfriend yet — he was on overnights last night, and he would’ve just gotten to bed around this time. I’ll call him later in the day and break the news, but I know he’s going to be pretty excited. We’d talked about the possibility, but hadn’t thought it could happen so quickly!
Oh yeah – I’d better stop taking the pill, too. I wouldn’t want anything untoward to happen to my new little bundle of joy.
I don’t know if it’s coming through in tone or anything, but… I’m both stunned and totally excited about this. Wow. More later, when I’m not running late for work!
Hrm… I wonder how maternity leave is going to work with this stupid non-permanency thing I have going on… ah well, I’ll talk to the HR people and get it all sorted out.
So much to remember!