Yes Nicky, to answer the question you posed earlier; I’m pregnant.:P

It was planned, although we didn’t really believe it was going to happen quite so soon…

I’m a little concerned that it’s not actually human.  I mean, the IUD only came out at the beginning of May! (Maybe you didn’t really want to know that?  I’m never quite sure what should and shouldn’t be spoken of in polite society. I just tend to say whatever comes into my head.  Which means, I only speak a few times a day, and it’s usually on the topic of bowel movements.  Or lack of.)

Infact so filled with disbelief was I, that I took three pregnancy tests, gave one to J (his came out invalid.  D’uh), one to my boss (hers was a negative), then asked the doctor for one of their tests in case mine were somehow faulty.

While going over the importance of maintaining optimum nutrition, my doctor described the wee little sproggin within as “a parasite that will take and take and take from you until you have nothing left to give.  And then it will take some more.”  Therefore, little sproggin will from now on be affectionately referred to as ‘The Little Parasite’.

Char’s glad that she’s finally going to get the sibling she’s been nagging on and on and on about for the past 8 of 12 years, although she’s finding it hard to jump with joy at the moment, being that she’s recovering from having her appendix removed.

Recovering rather well on the couch with her feet on the coffee table, her choice of anything to eat/drink/watch, and a minion who materialises beside her to do her bidding whenever she utters “Hey Muuuum…”  Little poo.  The appendicitis dealio was all a convenient excuse to get out of tidying her room.

The fantastically disgusting thing about her surgery is that we now have really graphic and gory photos of her large intestine.  Or whatever that spaghetti bolognase was meant to be.  It was the next best thing to taking the appendix home in a jar. (A doctor suggested we keep it in the freezer as a memento, but we figured one of us would eventually forget and use it in a stri-fry.)

You know, I’m feeling kind of queasy over intestines.  Oh dear gods no… will the Little Parasite leech me of my morbid curiosity?! *drops to knees*  What will I have left?!!