fell on a Friday. School was starting on Monday, so Larson and I thought we’d cram a little more fun into what remained of my winter break. We’d been invited to sample the absinthe given to our friend Heidi for her birthday two weeks earlier.
During break I’d thought that I was, perhaps, pregnant. However, one negative test and a great many thoughts about timing and slim-to-none chances now had me thinking otherwise. But, even though I’d indulged over the holidays, it seemed prudent to go ahead and double check. (Absinthe seemed more problematic than say, drinking large quantities of wine. I don’t know.)
I waited until the house was empty, dug the second test out from where it was hidden in my t-shirt drawer (like a teenager), and the rest is history.
At first, I breezed by the whole “2009” bit and thought you were pregnant again. I was happy to re-read and find that it was merely a flashback.
— Brasilliant · Jan 3, 02:30 PM · #
Oh ho ho, would that be hilarious.
— The Crane Wife · Jan 3, 03:16 PM · #