Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Going to the gyno tomorrow. Isn't that a Rolling Stones song? "Going to the gyno, everybody. Going to the gyno…" This is absurd. I can't be pregnant. What have I got — super eggs? Or is it my fault? Did I forget to take it last month once or twice, and just doubled up the next day? Maybe.
I haven't felt any morning sickness, though. Maybe it's not true. Maybe I'm not really pregnant. It can't be. I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life, but still, I hadn't exactly planned on settling down with kids at this stage. And what about B—? What will he say about it? Jesus Christ! I don't even know his real name!
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