I'm in the midst of moving, so I figured the exhaustion was due to all the packing and unpacking and move this box here and the "Where the FUCK is the ...??" But then the tired didn't go away, and the PMS didn't start. And four different brands of pregnancy test showed positive. I was afraid to consult the Magic 8 Ball that is the Clearblue Digital Pregnancy test, aka the Most Sophisticated Piece of technology I've Ever Pee'd On.
I finally bit the bullet after work today. Now, the crappy camera on my cell phone doesn't show it clearly, but I assure you that does in fact read: Pregnant.
Why Life with a Parasite?
Let's look at the definition of a parasite:
par·a·site /ˈpærəˌsaɪt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[par-uh-sahyt]
|1.||an organism that lives on or in an organism of another species, known as the host, from the body of which it obtains nutriment.|
For the next 8 months (estimated date of delivery, April 21, 2009), a little ball of cells (The Parasite) will live in or on me (The Host) and obtain nutriment. I'll let you all know how that works out for me.